Are They a Rare Set?

One of my sisters is avid about golf. My interest almost reaches enthusiasm for root canals. Ah, the things siblings don’t share in common, eh? She was already on my mind, because of Thanksgiving Day, when I passed by a set of discarded clubs this morning; more so after I chuckled over them, thinking: How appropriate. Perhaps the previous owner and I share similar sentiments about the, ah, sport. Yuh. Let’s turn the TV channel to curling—another fine slow-moving competition.

Knowing absolutely nothing about golf, or the accruements necessary to play, maybe I missed a magnanimous moment of opportunity—like the yard sale buyer who snags a rare painting or Leica camera that turns out to be worth tens of thousands of dollars—even millions. What if the clubs are a rare set, put out by another non-golfer who is emptying the apartment of some aged relative recently passed away? Sometimes that which looks old and crusty is valuable. Are these clubs? I presume no more than any others in similar condition. But why not speculate?

I’m in one of my moods. Let’s make up some golf jokes. I’ll yank them from my brain on the spot. No Goggling. First one: Why did the English golfer suddenly walk off the green? Tee time! Another: Why did the sports channel bleep the golfer? Because he yelled and pointed at his caddie: ‘A-hole in one’. I know. I know. Guess I had better not apply to be a Saturday Night Live writer.

The Featured Image, taken using Leica Q2, needs no real explanation other than location: Meade at Park Blvd in San Diego neighborhood University Heights. Vitals, aperture manually set: f/4, ISO 100, 1/160 sec, 28mm; 11:53 a.m. PST.