the junk store

I went to this junk store the other day and found an old, used golf ball.

I know, there are countless books and stories written that have “something found in a store” as the first or major plot driver. Therefore, it can be assumed that I am making this all up. But I am not. This is really happening to me…

I collect used golf balls. Why? Because nobody else (much) does and so I can still afford to collect them as the price has not been artificially inflated (yet).

This particular golf ball is in very good condition — it looks like it just came out of the sleeve. There is a logo on the ball and underneath the logo it reads, “Cottrell Mini Golf.”

I looked it up on Wikipedia. I found a page about a small town in Virginia named Cottrell and how they are famous for their mini golf course. It was an interesting read, I remember. The problem is I didn’t copy or write anything down and the details of what I read have been wiped from my mind like yesterday’s passwords.

The page is no longer on Wikipedia, leaving me with the golf ball and many questions.

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