Saturday, April 23, 2016


Two senior golfing buddies were also best friends.
When it was clear that Frank was dying, Joe visited him every day.
One day Joe said, "Frank, we both loved playing golf all our lives, Please do me one favor: when you get to heaven, somehow you must let me know if there's golf there."
Frank looked up at Joe from his deathbed and said, "Joe, you've been my best friend for many years.  If it's at all possible, I'll do this favor for you."
Shortly after that, Frank died.
A few weeks later, Joe was awakened from a sound sleep by a blinding flash of white light and a voice calling out to him, "Joe! Joe !"
"Who is it," asked Joe, sitting up suddenly. "Who is it?"
"Joe -- it's me, Frank"
"You're not Frank. Frank just died."
"I'm telling you, it's me, Frank!" 
"Frank, Where are you?"
"In heaven," said Frank. "I have some really good news and a little bad news."
"Tell me the good news first," said Joe. 
"The good news is that there is golf in heaven. Better yet, all of our old buddies are here too. Even better, we're all young again. Better still, it's always Summer time and it never rains! Best of all, we can play golf all we want, and never get tired; and we get to play with all the Greats of the past.”
"That's fantastic," said Joe "It's beyond my wildest dreams! So what's the bad news?"
"You're in my foursome this Saturday"

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