I have been fondly recalling the two years I lived in Miami, Florida where I gave no thought to winter advisories. I played golf year round and often came home with a coconut that had fallen from one of the many palms that lined the courses. This occurred often enough that I became adept at removing the husk without removing any fingers and toes. The course I most remember was a Municipal 18 hole course located near the Miami International Airport. It was inexpensive to play and the fairways were so smooth they rivaled most of the greens I have found on the northern courses. There were Banyan trees, Hibiscus bushes, water and plains that acted as hazards but never, I repeat, never in the two years I lived there was snow a factor to be dealt with.
Now I will admit that in January of 1975 after I had moved to Alaska we had a warm (Williwaw) wind come through and our temperature went up to a remarkable 60 degrees F in Anchorage, and on the same day Miami received an overnight inch of snow. Now the snow melted by mid morning, but it was still snow and the courses closed for the day. This was probably for the best because no sane person went out on the roads with people driving as if the white pavement was freshly cleaned concrete. I understand there were more fender benders that morning than had occurred all of the rest of the year.
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