so, usually when i play golf or am at the range, i need to take my claddagh ring off... and i did so on sunday... put it in my pocket...
now, i've had that claddagh (which was given to me by my mom) since 1996... it actually was broken (on the back of the ring, it was split down the center) -- perhaps that's my bad luck in the romance dept.
anyway... sunday night i was taking stuff out of my pockets... 2 tees, one stroke counter a fiver and... and... no claddagh.
my ring is no more. it's somewhere between the 1st and 18th hole at spring meadow golf course (fitting since it used to be my family's course, but i digress)
