“Sir?” a voice asked from the golf course. “Sir?”
My husband and I were sitting with two friends under a canopy by a pool near a palm tree next to a fairway in Arizona.
We all turned toward the voice, expecting to see a golfer asking if we’d seen where a ball landed.
Instead, we saw five or six SWAT team members, ARs and handguns drawn, being dragged down the fairway by an enthusiastic German…