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Mar 10·edited Mar 10Liked by john sundman

I caddied there too, but very briefly. I do however remember a sign in the clubhouse admonishing players

“foursomes! Play with your member.”

I never knew exactly how to respond to that. Should I whip it out?

While I wasn’t there, I do remember your dad breaking his leg. So much for the old hands trying to show the young ones how it’s done.

I also remember suicide Hill quite well. Actually, I went down that death trap many times with one notable story to tell.

As per usual, I had been sledding with you and Mike and that was the junction where we were to part company and you would go up Grandview Avenue to go home and I would turn right to go home. It was around desk and we did one last ride down the hill since it was on our way.(meaning suicide, Hill.)

You guys left and I decided that I would give it one more go. The hill, however, was extremely icy and I was having difficulty caring my sled straight up and maintaining any balance. At a given point I fell straight backwards striking my head rather hard and getting knocked out. That was the first time that it ever happened to me. I apparently slid down the hill a little bit, and when I woke up, I remember that it was dark, I could see the stars. Of course I wasn’t stupid, I didn’t tell my parents, just made up some bullshit about why I was late.

I have always felt that all this was personally your fault. I am open to being compensated for your lack of support. Call me and we can talk numbers.

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Good one.

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