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Originally Posted by thinkxingu
Though Major and I almost never agree in whole, I've found his comments consistent and honest. I'm kinda tired of people criticizing others on this forum—especially with current threads about the forum's tone (define: irony). Disagreement is awesome, but attacks aren't.
As I have stated elsewhere, I think our approach doesn't have to be bipolar—we can help the economy by opening businesses with strict guidelines.
For example, why the heck are golf courses closed? It would be super easy to make that whole system no-contact. And restaurants and small shops? Let's offer outside eating with spaced tables and distance requirements.
I think, like many of the issues in America, the answer is in the middle...but we're so polarized it's hard to find it.
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Golf courses, open or closed? A dilemma. My wife and I both love to golf. She is very high risk, and I am high risk.
What's the risk, being outside on hundreds of acres of space? First, we can not walk 18 holes, and unless very flat, even walking 9 holes would be difficult. So we would need a riding cart. Now the question, one or two people to a cart and who is going to disinfect the cart, us before use (wiping all solid surfaces) or a course employee. The flag stick, under new rules of golf, can be left in the hole while putting, but some people want the flag out. Other common areas are the golf ball washing gizmos and of vast importance to my wife, porta potties (bad under any conditions
) And don't sit on a bench if you're walking and need to rest / wait between shots. We also enjoy the company of another couple when playing golf, and their enthusiasm is tempered by him being high risk as well. Social distance could be difficult between 4 of us.
We love golf and we are not germaphobic, but we do have to take reasonable precautions. We will have to wait until things settle down, we see a downward slide on cases, and we can be sure we're not putting ourselves at risk.
Just the musings of an old, decrepit, hi risk, bumbling ol' duffer.
Dave