Whatchya smoking?I believe that has inspired me to venture forth upon the greensward at dawn and flog the pellet. I love being first off the tee in the morning. Just me, the blinding glare off the dewy fairways, and the endless enveloping sounds of mowers, pin placers in their waggons with their various implements and mixtures. Why, it is indeed a placid pond of reflection on life and the world and our place in it, and where is my confounded ball, I'm certain it missed the money tree, it must be further along........ah I'll just drop one here and move along. Splendid morning, yes!