[cameldairy]

Arthur is 90 years old. He's played golf every day since his retirement
25 years ago. One day he arrives home looking downcast. "That's it,"
he tells his wife.

I'm giving up golf. My eyesight has gotten so bad that once I've hit the
ball, I can't see where it went." His wife sympathizes.

As they sit down, she has a suggestion: "Why don't you take my brother
with you, and give it one more try."

"That's no good," sighs Arthur. "Your brother is a hundred and three.
He can't help."

"He may be a hundred and three," says his wife, "but his eyesight is
perfect."

So the next day, Arthur heads off to the golf course with his
brother-in-law.

He tees up, takes an almighty swing, and squints down the fairway.
Turning to his brother-in-law he asks, "Did you see the ball?"

"Of course I did I have perfect eyesight."

"Where did it go?" asks Arthur.

"Can't remember!"

[sandy]

  getting there myself