Saturday Story
Posted on June 7, 2013 under Storytelling with no comments yet
On the eve of the U.S. Open golf tournament, I thought this would be a good time to put a golf related story on my blog. The U.S. Open is especially meaningful to me and Betty. You golf aficionados will remember that it was 31 years ago that Tom Watson won this event at Pebble Beach, chipping in on the 17th. hole. This was the very day that Betty and I started dating. We will be celebrating our 31st. anniversary later this year.
I have a long relationship with the sport. I started playing at the age of ten and played for forty-five years. Eight years ago I stopped playing. A few years ago, I gave my clubs to my son , Peter, as they were only gathering dust in the basement. He has embraced the game with a considerable amount of enthusiasm. That’s akin to the pope embracing Catholicism.
I have no urge to resume playing after this hiatus but last fall, I bought a set of used clubs and have played a few times. The story that I will be publishing on the blog tomorrow is , indeed, a golf story but one that is very different had I written it when I was passionate about the sport.
I took my mother to the hospital early yesterday morning for some blood work. We were sitting in the crowded waiting room when an older lady sitting next to me struck up a conversation. She recognized me from the stories in The Casket. She told me that she was enjoying them and mentioned the story about the old Memorial rink. She said that this story brought back many memories including the county league hockey games.
I have to tell you that these kinds of exchanges are what makes the writing particularly gratifying. I get to hear other people’s stories. I am merely the catalyst.
I hope you enjoyed my brother’s story that was posted earlier this week. If you missed it, go back and check it out.
Happy Friday!
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