It's a slow news day.  I went hunting for some interesting news we can use, and the best I could come up with was an item about voting results from Tuesday's elections in a number of South Carolina towns. One of the issues on some local ballots was whether Sunday sales of adult beverages should be permitted. The town of Clemson, 21-year-old students at the local university will be glad to hear, voted 'Yes" on the issue; some residents of the golf communities Keowee Key and The Reserve at Lake Keowee, about 25 minutes from Clemson, may also cheer the news. In Greer, located between Greenville and Spartanburg and home to Thornblade, a fine family community with a Tom Fazio golf course at its heart, voters also accepted Sunday alcohol sales. Ditto for residents of Greenwood County, home to Grand Harbor and Stoney Point, and Oconee County, close to some of The Cliffs Communities in the Lake Keowee area.
        Statewide, voters also approved the legalization of charity raffles. Before the vote, only the South Carolina state lottery was considered a legal raffle. Having been the recipient of a raffle prize or two at charity golf events (e.g. a sand wedge that helped my bunker play), I know that such charities support good causes.
        Bravo, South Carolina.

        My round at Pawleys Plantation on Halloween Day began at the bag drop, where the cart attendants were speaking with a female member of the club who was wearing a tall witch's hat. I might have taken that as something of a bad omen for my round of golf but I don't know the difference between the Bad Witch's hat and the Good Witch's hat, and I thought nothing of it.
        But the bad omens piled up. The folks at Pawleys Plantation apparently take Halloween quite seriously.  My playing partner and I passed a statue of a swinging golfer in someone's backyard that had been dressed up to scare the bejeesus out of anyone whose ball went left off the tee on the 16th hole. And another resident, perhaps sending a not-too-subtle message about retrieving errant golf balls from his backyard, scattered the presumed bones of someone who lingered there too long.
        My guest and I lingered too long on the golf course, both of us taking more than 90 strokes to make it around. We agreed we made some swings that were truly frightening. I'll think twice about playing golf on Halloween next year.

Scary round of golfSome lies are more frightening than others. (Photo by Larry Mowell)