I love Ireland. Families play together, putt together, hang together, play nine holes at dinner time. Just like I do with my kids. Lucky man. I’m at the Malton Hotel in Killarney. The rooms look over a stunning Irish garden. Took a long sit in that garden in back. Gorgeous day. Red ivy covers the outside of the hotel. They’ve treated me beautifully here, even before they saw my crutches. Smoked a Cuban cigar, had a club sandwich in the bar, wondered if Wallach was gonna break 100 today. The Wallach thoughts went away quickly. The cigar and the afternoon sun are smoking.
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