retirement more than 20 years ago.
One day he arrives home looking downcast. "That's it," he tells
"I'm giving up golf. My eyesight has gotten so bad...once I've hit
the ball, I can't see where it went."
His wife sympathizes, and as they sit down, she says, "Why don't
you take my brother with you, and give it one more try."
"That's no good," sighs Arthur. "Your brother is 93. He can't help."
"He may be over 90", says the wife, "but his eyesight
So the next day, Arthur heads off to the golf course with
his brother-in-law. He tees up, takes a mighty swing, and squints down
"Of course I did!" says the brother-in-law. "I have perfect eyesight."
"Where did it go?" asks Arthur.
"I can't remember."