Rt. 44 Recreation Center is a local spot I've been playing in for a few years now. Back then, the turf was not only flat enough for a ball to roll across, but there were plenty of clubs laying around to play a game. Now, the greens are fucked. There's a missing lighthouse, a missing castle, and the windmill no longer has it's wheel. Somehow, I still enjoy this place. It's always brought out the kid in me.
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