PUTTING OUR SHOES BACK ON

We’re baaaaaack…and the shoes are flying high! Horseshoes, that is. Earlier this week when we were at the park in Independence, eagle eye Big Bore spotted a pit, but he didn’t point it out to me, afraid that I’d insist upon getting the iron out of the car and throwing ourselves off schedule, literally. So, it was with a bit of guilt that after we finished our yardwork, household chores, and errands a few days ago, he suggested we go to the local horseshoe pit and resume where we left off in the heat of the summer.

Now that we are well versed on the rules and he has accepted the fact that females get a 10-foot “scooch-up” advantage, we had nothing to argue about, not even whose shoe was closer to the stake. Very civil. I won Wednesday’s match, 22-20, and he won yesterday’s match by the same score. "Congratulations." "Good job." We have decided to keep a running scorecard throughout the rest of the extremely amateur autumn horseshoe season and we’ll declare a champion whenever snow arrives or our backs are thrown out of whack, whichever comes first.