Previous post in the series A Brownsville Story: Tricked.
continuing from previous post: As I was standing outside looking at the ducks, a golf cart zoomed by. I looked at the driver, who was wearing sunglasses and was deep in thought.
I didn’t even have a chance to think about something else when yet another golf cart whooshed by. Golf carts weren’t very unusual in a country club, but there were five people on a two-seating golf cart.
Apparently this family pushed things to the limit. What they were doing was highly dangerous. But what really caught my eye was the fact that a boy was driving. Continue reading

