I Remember.....


I remember when I first started playing golf. I was terrible, I did not know a golf club from a tennis racket. Nevertheless, I played every day. M y friends and I played nine holes at a time. After the turn of the first nine, we would stop in the Pro Shop for snacks. My favorite part of the golf course was the concept of a ten‑year‑old having a tab. My parents set up a tab for me so that I would not have to carry around cash. I would walk in to the club house and say, "A snickers and a Pepsi, oh, and put it on my tab" like I was some kind of god. To be quite honest, I do not think I even enjoyed the whole principle of golf. I loved sitting in the clubhouse and shooting the breeze with the old geezers who were retired. I remember when they walked out to go home, we would rant and rave about how much we wished that we were like they were. They had "the good life." The amusing thing is that I recently found out that they recited the very same words that we did when leaving the golf course. Apparently we had "the life. What were they thinking?