For the households across the street from the fourth hole of south Minneapolis’ Hiawatha Golf Course, golf season is synonymous with an unrelenting barrage of balls that pockmark their siding and shatter their windows.
For the households across the street from the fourth hole of south Minneapolis’ Hiawatha Golf Course, golf season is synonymous with an unrelenting barrage of balls that pockmark their siding and shatter their windows.
An unrelenting barrage of errant golf balls? Can anybody come up with a more fitting metaphor for Trumpian America?
More accurately a metaphor for a Freyian Minneapolis
Who could've "fore"seen it?