>> > Arthur is 81 years old.
>> > He's played golf every day since his retirement 16 years ago
>> > One day he arrives home looking downcast.
>> > "That's it," he tells his wife. "I'm giving up golf. My eyesight has
> got so
>> > bad. Once I've hit the ball, I can't see where it went."
>> > His wife sympathizes. As they sit down, she has a suggestion: "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 years old. He
>> > can't
>> > help."
>> > "He may be a ninety three," says the wife, "but his eyesight is
> perfect."
>> > So the next day, Arthur heads off to the golf course with his
>> > brother-in-law.
>> > He tees up, takes an almighty swing, and squints down the fairway.
>> > He turns to the brother-in-law. "Did you see the ball?"
>> > "Of course I did!", says the brother-in-law. "I have perfect eyesight."
>> > "Where did it go?" asks Arthur.
>> > "Can't remember.
>> > He's played golf every day since his retirement 16 years ago
>> > One day he arrives home looking downcast.
>> > "That's it," he tells his wife. "I'm giving up golf. My eyesight has
> got so
>> > bad. Once I've hit the ball, I can't see where it went."
>> > His wife sympathizes. As they sit down, she has a suggestion: "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 years old. He
>> > can't
>> > help."
>> > "He may be a ninety three," says the wife, "but his eyesight is
> perfect."
>> > So the next day, Arthur heads off to the golf course with his
>> > brother-in-law.
>> > He tees up, takes an almighty swing, and squints down the fairway.
>> > He turns to the brother-in-law. "Did you see the ball?"
>> > "Of course I did!", says the brother-in-law. "I have perfect eyesight."
>> > "Where did it go?" asks Arthur.
>> > "Can't remember.
