Afternoon chop walks the spine open while you still feel square.

Jules Parnell logs Sound hours the way a pilot logs set and drift: onshore Ship Island afternoons, Point Cadet fog, the rare north wind that sits on Pass Christian until ten. Hosel-clock orientation in this town is a weather sheet, not a round count.

If you play the island side in May, the rye goes firm and an open spine becomes a right miss. If you only chip at Handsboro in January, the same hosel can still sit on twelve. Tell the desk the hour you actually play, not the handicap you recite.

We will not clock a winter face for a summer chop you never mentioned. The pelorus has a memory for that kind of omission.