\chapter{Sunday Mornings}

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\lettrine[lraise=0.0, nindent=-0pt]{S}{unday} mornings are perhaps my favorite day for early morning walks—this is the day that a lot of people choose to sleep in and so traffic, both foot and vernacular, is much reduced and often absent. The world is awake, but the people who infest it are not. I have nothing much to do and nowhere to go, and so I can saunter as I wish within the contstraints of the city I live in.

During the week I am painfully aware of how limited my walks must be because I must go to work afterward. I can not, for instance, find a path I had never noticed before and follow it. Instead, I must follow the carefully delineated routes I am already familiar with. Weekday walks by necessity involve planning: I know how far out I can go so that I can return home in time to start working no later than 7:00. 

Although technically part of the weekend, Saturday is still a busy day for many people, and the traffic on the roads reflects that, even early in the morning. The eight rush hour traffic jam one encounters during the week is not there, but still, there are enough cars out and about at six o'clock in the morning and even more at seven o'clock that the day still feels full of impatience. We must get out early and start getting things done. 

\ksecn{The Golf Course}
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I am always reminded, of course, of the short poem ``The Golf Links'':

%\poemtitle{The Golf Links}
\settowidth{\versewidth}{The golf links lie so near the mill}
\begin{verse}[\versewidth]
%\begin{verse}[14em]
The golf links lie so near the mill\\
That almost every day\\
The laboring children can look out\\
And see the men at play
\end{verse}
\attrib{Sarah Cleghorne (1876--1959)}

\kdec

That is not the situation today and in fact, I occasionally see young people on the golf course playing with their parents. But that does not mean that we have moved on so far from the situation described in the poem. 
Social inequalities still exist, but they are better hidden. No doubt the young sons of men of wealth played golf with their fathers while children their own age toiled away in mills.

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