I don’t think I’ve mentioned it before, but the Boisverts are a family of golfers. Or I guess I should say “folks who like to golf no matter how many times they hit a tree, or top the ball, or find the rough, or get buried in the sand, or, or, or”. ;) Heck, just two days ago, Joanne got a birdie. No, really. She nailed a seagull right in the backside. Made him squawk and everything.
Pepere has created a couple of fanatics in his two eldest grandsons. They regularly head outside by themselves to practice chipping on the lawn, and any time Jerry turns a game on on the t.v., especially if Tiger is playing, they plop themselves next to Pepere on the bean bags and happily partake in the ritual shelling and eating of The Peanuts.
Anyway, even those of us who do not regularly play golf are compelled to participate when at a family reunion so as not to be shunned or written out of any wills. 
I tagged along with Jerry, Dodo, Joanne, Moe, and Michaela yesterday, intending to simply walk and be the unofficial family golf photographer, when I got sucked in by the Boisvert fervor for the game and decided to play. Moira was in the same “rookie golfer” boat as I was, so I didn’t feel as out of place stepping onto the course as I would have if I were playing with the likes of Jerry, Barney, or Iain. However, even as comforted as I was in this fact, I’m glad I was behind the camera, not having my awkwardness caught on film. Because I was playing, and we were split into two sets of three, I only managed to snap a few pics, and the ones of the three folks on the other team are from far away, so I apologize for any fuzziness. 
Enjoy!
I don’t golf so much myself. And by “don’t golf so much” I mean I’ve never set foot on a golf course who’s name is directly preceded by “mini” or “putt-putt.” But I hear it’s a fun game. =)