Just up on the 9th tee at Pinehurst as we speak. Darned sinister. Rings-o'Saturn action goin on thereabouts. My guess is we're surrounded.
I won't unfriend you, though, Yancy. Right up to the bitter end, when they track me down through the ether and the URL and whatnot and drag me from my keyboard down into their reddish-hued hell ...
... aargh! ... guurgle ... splat! Help! They're coooo..........