Keep Your Eye on the Ball
“How was your golf game, dear?” asked Jack’s wife, Edna. “Well, I was hitting pretty well, but my eyesight’s gotten so bad I couldn’t see where the ball went.” “Well, you’re seventy-five years old, Jack!” admonished his wife. “Why don’t you take my brother, Ronald, along the next time you play?” “But he’s EIGHTY-FIVE and doesn’t even PLAY golf anymore,” protested Jack. “But he’s got perfect eyesight after his cataract surgery. He could watch your ball,” Edna pointed out. So…
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