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NEW REVIEWS: A smooth and well written piece. It was a joy to read. I particularly liked the
haughty air created by the main character and her mother. And the "stereotypical male" imagery
was worth a few laughs. I hope you will post many more of your fine works here at LMI. Well done!
****__Su Chang-Wu.

Well Barbara, looks like you finally decided to post one of your many fine short stories. Glad you
chose LMI. That Cashman can really be a nudge, can't he? All for the better. Great piece about golf.
Bob and I are getting ready to watch the U.S. Open at Beth Page and I will be thinking of your
story. Crisp and well written as always. A pleasure to read. *****__Jean Ann Morgan.

Loved this story! The characterizations were so real I felt I was right there on the golf course. P.S.
I would like to meet your husband . . . my kind of guy. Hope the foot healed OK. A interesting take
on an old theme.****__Captain Apple Jack.

Great read! Short and very descriptive. All's well that ends well, I guess. But did anyone ever catch
that wraskelly ol' raccoon? ****__J. M. Humperjohn.

A review of "I Broke My Left Foot": Well written! Spiced with humor although a serious subject.
Barbara is a writer who has mastered the essence of the short story, weaving every sentence with
action.****__Chika Victor Onyenezi.

A great modern story! Barbara has captured the essence of the male ego in less that a thousand
words and with such clarity. Funny too. Sometimes I go to Chelsy Pier and hit golf balls into a net
with my boyfriend who never wants to quit. At 1:00 am at that. We stayed so long one time; he
threw his back out. So much for night golf. Thanks for a familiar tale. ****__Sonya Cast-Sun.

I was never a golf fan, but I love the imagery of your story. You can watch the melee unfolding with
the raccoon and the golf cart heading your way, but you don't know whether to laugh or gasp in
horror.  Your character is resilient, however, waiting for the next green, once your foot heals, of
course.****__Melissa R. Mendelson.
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“I Broke My Left Foot”
By Barbara A. Sabo
Tuesday, March 14, 2014
Rated "G" by the author
Some handicaps are different.

Whenever Alice Altman played golf, her goal was always to break 80. Which she had done many
times over the years of playing at her home course The Whippoorwill Club in Armonk, NY. But with
Actually, sailing her 45 foot Morgan with her husband Charles was her leisure activity of choice
more and more often nowadays.

So, when she was taken to the local hospital yesterday afternoon her family physician, Dr. Caldwell,
was surprised to hear just how her accident had happened.

A golf cart had hit Alice about 2 p.m. at the Whippoorwill Course. At the time, she had been
examining a 50-foot putt on the par 5 sixth hole when she heard her mother scream. Her mom,
81 years old Agnes, had been riding in the cart with Alice.

Alice turned around just in time to see her mom driving straight toward her. The force of the
collision knocked her over, and the cart then ran over her foot.

Her husband Charles and a golfing buddy of his, also part of the unhappy foursome, were in a
separate cart. Charles was ready to play anytime with almost anyone, anywhere. A real fanatic.

As Alice related the story to Dr. Caldwell, Agnes had said that a raccoon had jumped up into the cart
looking for snacks. She had tried to shoo the raccoon away. Instead, it rose up on its hind feet and
made a hissing sound. Startled and frightened, the old lady had hit the gas pedal.

"So, instead of being on my way to breaking 80 ("I had just made a 20-footer on five for a birdie.") I
wound up breaking my foot," Alice said.

"Right. We all know that part," Dr. Caldwell smiled.

The paramedics had arrived about 15 minutes later and treated Alice for a broken left ankle. They
gave a mild sedative to her mother, who kept muttering, “Vicious, little devil, simply vicious.” Then
they took Alice to the hospital. Mr. Altman promised his wife he would visit her after he finished his
round.

Alice said that John Forsythe, an attorney for the golf course, said the golf course was not
responsible for the actions of its animals. He had added, “If you ladies want to sue, you’ll just have
to sue the raccoon. We’re still assessing the damage to the cart and the green. It looks fairly light;
I doubt that the driver will owe us more than $1,000.”

All finished with the straightening and the casting, Dr. Caldwell personally wheeled Alice out to her
car where Agnes was waiting. When he asked Alice where her husband was, Alice shrugged and
simply said that Charles was probably still out on the course. "He had a good score going too.”

"Right . . . Well, drive safely." Dr. Caldwell smiled warmly at Agnes.

                                      
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