Last night, my dad took bubs and I to the golf course to ride the carts. My dad does a lot of work at this particular course, he is in construction and he has moved dirt there to make paths for the carts. So after making sure all the players were gone, we took a cart and went for a wild ride chasing the geese off the greens. This golf course happens to be in a pretty affluent area. Long Island is a paradise for the wealthy (but hey, what isn't?). It was a beautiful breezy evening and my bubs had an awesome time flooring the gas pedal (it's electric though, right?) while his poppy steered. There were a lot of huge beautiful homes surrounding the course. Bubs was intrigued by these. He kept asking me if giants lived there. Which given the size and grandiose scale of the houses was a brilliant deduction. I told him that very wealthy giants lived there. Rich giants, with lots of dollars in their wallet.