Our friendly little golf group consisted of eight guys, five Canadians and three US. Although Gary from Toronto was on the US team when we had the Canadian US shoot out every year. The other Canadians swore that Toronto is not actually a part of Canada. The most amazing thing is we were together all those years without real conflicts. There was one little incident when Gary who represented the company, I worked for accused Dave whose company bought our product through Gary’s company of trying to buy direct from me. Dave responded by pouring a beer over Gary’s head. That was the closest we ever came.
However, in that group there were no prisoners taken. We pulled many jokes and tricks on each other. I remember dropping a very life like rubber snake between Burt’s legs when he was in a sand trap with his new cobra irons. I’m sure he was able to get his pants cleaned.
Another incident took place after we as a group went to a place called Thee Doll House. While we were there admiring the scenery, Wayne purchased a frisbee from one of the girls. He played with it all week. On Saturday when we were packing, he wondered what he was going to do with it. I suggested he leave it. He said he couldn’t take it home or his wife would have too many questions.
When I arrived at home, I went upstairs to unpack. Martha never comes up when I am unpacking. This day she did. I opened my suitcase, and guess what pops out, that darn frisbee. She picks it up and says, “What is this?” I reply, “It’s a frisbee.” “No no she says, what is Thee Doll House?” I reply “It is a kind of strip joint. Do you want to see what the girl could do with it?” “Never mind she says,” and tosses it on the bed. I don’t know what I would have done if she had said yes.
