Bluff air dumps the window while you watch the radar.

Inez Brule keeps a wind log: days Grandad shoved, days the marsh smelled like diesel, days Riverside fog never lifted. Window error in this town is a river sheet, not a round count.

If you play Hixon shade in July, the air stays heavy longer and the ball leaves under the sill. If you only walk Copeland in a still October, the same window can still match. Tell the chamber the hour, not the handicap.