It's a cold and gloomy January in Washington, D.C., and the green grass of the golf course is a little lonely.

Mr. Paul Mellon still wears a baseball cap, and from time to time he has to raise his hand and forehead to look into the distance for a long time, and then swing his club to receive applause from many golfers.

"Is this a ritual of golfing?"

Hall wore a trench coat draped over his shoulders and lined with a double-breasted casual waistcoat, exposing his bandaged arms and approaching to greet and joke

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