On Friday, February 7, 2014 10:24:29 AM UTC-6, John H. wrote:


I was doing great until about halfway down the second fairway. My stomach decided to rebel. I

borrowed a cart and made it to the clubhouse just in time. Got a 'sickness' rain check and came

home, where I've been running to the potty about every half hour.



Oh well. As they say in the Army, "**** happens!"

"Yessir, yessir, three bags full"