That word probably makes you think of the mystical grounds in England that are home to great stone monoliths arranged in fascinating patterns. Well, that’s good. But that’s not what I’m talking about.
Every year, my father and brother arrange a trip in mid or late August (a joint birthday trip for them, as it were) to a golf course in east Tennessee known as Stonehenge (one would think they would have a nice website – but one would be wrong). It’s a very nice golf course, and every summer the administration there offers a two day play pass and over night stay for only $100. I have missed the last two trips that have been planned, but I am once again going this year. There will be eight of us in all, and it should be a very fun time. Aside, of course, from the horrid play that will no doubt ensue quickly after teeing off on the first hole.