The last items of note in Dad's storage unit are golf clubs [1]—everything else has been cleaned out. Today is pretty much the last day we have to clean out the unit before we're stuck with a full month's rent. Bunny had done the work of organizing the clubs, now we just had to get them out of there.
[Four golf club bags, plus a few loose drivers. If only this was the extent of the problem. If only … ] [2] [Bundles of drivers. Woods, that is. And plenty of chances of duffed shots into the weeds.] [3] [More drivers. More bags. Irons. Oh, we aren't even close to being done here.] [4] [Irons, a bit of scrap, and putters. Ha! Ha ha ha ha! Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha! There's enough here to outfit the Scottish army. Sob.] [5] [Empty golf bags. We do have enough to open up a store, don't we? Thank God that's the last of it. Sheesh!] [6]
Several trips later, and we don't have to worry about the storage unit any more.
Now, anybody want some golf clubs?
Please?
[2] /boston/2020/01/03/bags.jpg
[3] /boston/2020/01/03/drivers.jpg
[4] /boston/2020/01/03/drivers-bags-irons.jpg
[5] /boston/2020/01/03/irons-scrap-putters.jpg