The eight of us in addition to just playing the golf courses like to add a little fun by giving each other causes for concern. However, other golfers weren’t immune to our sense of humor or honor. One thing that irritated us was slow play. Invariably the eight of us would end up on the same tee box watching some guy give lessons to his girlfriend. We would take so much of it, and then in four-part harmony we would shout at the top of our lungs, “Take up bowling, take up bowling” until the couple would get the message and move on.
Robert, who was a fairly long hitter, although a little bit wild, was another source of amusement. He would lose his ball in the rough and spend considerable time looking for it. We began to notice that he was many times 50 to 100 yards beyond where he could possibly hit it. When quizzed about it, he usually offered some excuse as to the light being better over there.
In the early years, Gary was always in the market for a new set of clubs. During those days we were in Myrtle Beach and there was a plethora of equipment outlets. It seemed that each year the clubs parameters would change. One year it was forged are the best, then the next year it would be investment cast, and the next year something else. As soon as he got his new set, suddenly his game would improve. We never understood this, but by the end of the week he was back playing at the same level.
There are many more stories, but you will have to be patient.
