GOLFING WITH CAPTAIN DON
Captain Don and I have played golf at “His Course” several times. Actually it was not “His Course” but was a small public course in the middle of Pennsylvania. We only played there because they had a landing strip. Captain Don liked flying more than golf.
He recently stopped flying and sold his plane.
Quick Captain Don story:
One day Don and I flew to “His Course.” Don paid the green and cart fees (I did buy hotdogs for lunch) along with fuel for the trip. On the sixteenth hole, I had run out of tees. I asked Captain Don for a tee.
“OK, but these are extra-long tees, I only have a few, don’t break it.”
(You generally break a tee on at least half of your drives.)
“You spent $100+ for fuel, $60 for green and cart fees, and you’re worried about a tee that comes 50 for a buck?”
“I like these tees!”
Anyway, I thought it was funny. And yes, I did break the fucking tee!
Back on track:
Yesterday we played at a course local to Captain Don, about an hour from me. I have gotten lost twice going to Don’s house, once more going to his airport, and once from the sixth hole to the seventh hole at my own local course. Acutely aware of my inability to make it from point A to point B, Don suggested I meet him at a gas station just off the main road and I could follow him to the golf course.
I managed to find my way off the main highway to the gas station which was right off the exit, ten minutes early. I called Don to let him know I made it.
He tells me,
“Look if you’re already there, make a left out of the station, go four lights after you go over the highway, make a right on Valley Rd. go up a mile and bear left at the fork to Tulip drive, make your third right on Fairway Lane and meet me by the ball field. You can follow me from there.”
“Squeak (I was pissed) I could have gotten directions off the internet and programmed it into my i-phone and made it all by my big boy self, now I have to follow your cockamamie verbal directions? Do you even know who you are dealing with?”
“You’ll be fine, meet you at the ball field.”
Somehow I did make it to the ball field. As I pulled in a car pulled out. I called Squeak…er Captain Don.
“Don, was that you pulling out?”
“Yeah, why didn’t you follow?”
“How the hell would I know it was you, I’ve seen your car like once?”
“Just follow, I pulled off to wait for you.”
We did get there, and it was a good day of golf.
We only played nine, because that is about all I can handle without an electric cart which they did not offer on this course. Don’s friend Larry was a member and he paid the fees, so that makes it a good day right there. (Thanks Larry!) We also played with Don’s Son-in-law.
If anyone is interested in my scores:
See http://joeh-crankyoldman.blogspot.com/2014/08/my-golf-score.html for scoring explanation.
I counted 45 strokes.
I had 48 actual strokes and my “Should Have Been” score was a very respectable 42.