Notes from people who took the head back into rain

The 56° had been packing Laurelwood collars since Thanksgiving. Nia’s wet tray looked like a joke until the loupe. After the groove-edge restore I stopped opening the face like a frying pan on hole 4. Same swing, less paste in the lands.

Reed told me not to mill the 4-iron. Thickness was already a rumor. He recut the 7 and 8 that the indoor place had glazed and left the long iron alone. I wanted the whole set pretty. I am glad he said no.

Putter had gone to a mirror. On wet Poa it skidded like a skip. Keiko recut a quiet pattern, nothing Instagram. First ten-footer at Shadow Hills actually died on the high side instead of skating.

I asked them to “add loft.” They wrote a name of a bending shop on the ticket and milled the face I actually needed. That sentence is why I went back with the wedges.

Hybrid had the range-mat shine. Light mill, still ugly, starts the ball off a wet lie at McKenzie Meadows without the old skull. They warned me it would not replace a lesson. Correct.