In which it all becomes clear
While I was sorting out the laundry here my right livelihood came to me: proprietress of a yarn store with a Par 3 golf course in the back.
We played a really satisfying round at Anchor Golf Land today. There were plenty of families there whacking balls, and toting tykes around the mini-golf course so it's not just a place full of old guys who are possibly non-knitters. I bet someone else besides me would have been glad to poke (probably) her head into a yarn store instead of the pro shop.
Plus, we could redo the mini golf with a knitting theme.
And we could buy this bus real cheap from the Flying Fingers folks since it got busted up in a freak tornado a few weeks ago: