In our little commune, everyone has a golf cart - well almost everyone. It is the preferred mode of transportation on nice sunny days. We don’t own one, but are storing one for a few months for an in-law, once removed. You figure it out.
Also, in our compound, reservation or whatever you want to call it, there is a tradition to post the notice of anyone’s death at the security gate. This means that someday, my name will be up for all to see. And, I will miss a party. They have parties here for any reason or no reason. I suspect there will be a really big party when I depart.
The really sad part of a death announcement is the inevitable question, "did they have a golf cart that will be up for sale?" Understand, people are always on the look out for a "deal" on a cart. Since I don’t have a cart, I can’t die.
I don’t think I want one.
PMO
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