I'm best pals with salt, If you sneeze, it's probably my fault. I can also be green, yellow or red. Or so spicy your taste buds will be dead. What am I?

Add an s to my end, and I’m an OG cartoon character from the Stone Age. Add a sandy destination to my end, instead, and I become a world-famous golf course in the Golden State. If I’m trapped inside your shoe, I’m endlessly annoying. Flat versions of me are perfect for skipping across water. By definition, I measure somewhere between four and sixty-four millimeters in size. What am I?

I start as a loop, a slip, and a slide, To the eye of a feather, I'm firmly allied. Named for a Major, I hold through the fight, Ensuring the lure stays cinched and tight.

Some claim these aren’t real. It took Alfred Hitchcock to make them scary. Spelled differently, they turn, turn, turn

I’m open to sky, yet shelter I bring, A stage, a shade, a place to sing. Not a tent, not a hall, though I host them too, what structure am I, enjoyed by you?