The strawberries were all picked out by 8:50 this morning so Pitou and I went for a walk along Mission Greenway instead. It runs behind Mission Creek Golf Course at one point and signs on a high fence separating the path from the course warn you to watch for incoming golf balls. My Dad golfs, my husband golfs, my sister golfs and what I do...would not qualify as golf. I like the idea of it, and the idea of my husband and I playing together on occasion, but I think I'm on the same side of the fence as my friend Jeannie. She says she's going to save a lot of time during her retirement by not golfing.