A factory hang is a caption. The overtone is the peal.

People bring a wedge still in the wrapper and expect a blessing. The loft does not bless. If the factory never matched this river, Minneopa spray will finish the mute before the second thaw.

We record nothing for vanity. We write decay on the card and we name the prairie hours the owner actually plays. A plaza evening wedge can live a season longer than a west-wind wedge at Sibley. That is ringing, not a slogan.