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.
You might not remember this, but in addition to caddying during my high school summers I sometimes also worked for Bob, your father. He worked the flipping bleep out of me planting shrubs, laying sod, and all manner of landscaping work. It was harder work than caddying; I never should have taken that job. I have always felt that this was personally your fault. I am open to being compensated for your letting me subject myself to that slave-driver. Call me and we can talk numbers.
Oh well. I guess you pearled my harbor again. As far as Bob goes, how do you think I fared? Who compensates ME for that rather long run of indentured servitude? harrumph..
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.
You might not remember this, but in addition to caddying during my high school summers I sometimes also worked for Bob, your father. He worked the flipping bleep out of me planting shrubs, laying sod, and all manner of landscaping work. It was harder work than caddying; I never should have taken that job. I have always felt that this was personally your fault. I am open to being compensated for your letting me subject myself to that slave-driver. Call me and we can talk numbers.
Oh well. I guess you pearled my harbor again. As far as Bob goes, how do you think I fared? Who compensates ME for that rather long run of indentured servitude? harrumph..
Good one.
Why thank you sir. Which, by the way, I congratulate you on your chicken trailer. Handsomely built, and cleverly too!