Arthur is 90 years old. He&#39;s played golf every day since his retirement 25 years ago.<br /><br />One day he arrives home looking downcast.<br /><br />&quot;That&#39;s it,&quot; he tells his wife. &quot;I&#39;m giving up golf. My eyesight has gotten so bad that once I&#39;ve hit the ball I couldn&#39;t see where it went.&quot;<br /><br />His wife sympathizes and makes him a cup of tea. As they sit down she says, &quot;Why don&#39;t you take my brother with you and give it one more try?&quot;<br /><br />&quot;That&#39;s no good&quot; sighs Arthur, &quot;your brother&#39;s 103 years old. He can&#39;t help.&quot;<br /><br />&quot;He may be 103&quot;, says the wife, &quot;but his eyesight is perfect.&quot;<br /><br />So the next day Arthur heads off to the golf course with his brother-in-law. He tees up, takes an almighty swing, makes solid contact, and squints down the fairway.<br /><br />He turns to the brother-in-law quickly and asks, &quot;Did you see the ball?&quot;<br /><br />&quot;Of course I did&#33;&quot; replied the brother-in-law. &quot;I have perfect eyesight&quot;.<br /><br />&quot;Where did it go?&quot; says Arthur.<br /><br />&quot;I don&#39;t remember.&quot;