Golf...not just a car but a way of life... and oh how fragile that life can be

I believe it was a warm and sunny Saturday afternoon when the dynamic duo that is Shawn 'the bagger' Carter and Mike 'the mojo' Stewart stepped upon the not-so-green and overgrown grass that makes up a not-quite-so-famous par 3 course. After a few schalackings of the puny balls at the driving range and proving to everyone present that no ball [or tree] stood a chance in their wake they proceeded to attempt the formidable fairways of 'four'play. Yet, it was 'the bagger' who came through and sacrificed his lot in the game for his comrad 'the mojo', that 'the mojo' would play a better game with 'the bagger' at his side. So, that is how they left the tee at the first hole... and nine greuling par 3 holes later, they emerged victorious? Not quite. Nonetheless, they emerged, with a high-stepping pride in their step and a questioning look on their face coming home, walking down the fairway of that last hole. It was a monumentously memorable occasion, knowing that it would take but two of these guys to equal that of one who is to be reconed with, Ken 'the possum' Iverson. You see, it is the possum that plays dead at the first attack, a plan which Ken 'the possum' followed to a tee [no pun intended]. Then, as his sight was set and he smelled his enemies weaken, he emerged strong in the last, to bring home his glorious Bogey, and emerge from his fight with the golfing gods, not victorious, but emerge he did to live and golf another day.

Twas a beautiful day indeed.

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Sunday and Monday were relatively relaxing and I just hung out most of the day. However, it came to my attention that a dear family friend passed away on Sunday. I wish that I could have been there and could be there now for the funeral and services. He was not just any guy and he was not my Grandpa, but he might as well have been. It was in such a fashion that April, my sister, dubbed him our Grandfriend. He had a difficult course in the end, but he is in a better place right now. I mourn his passing and reflect with admired thanks the memories, gifts and time that he imparted on my life and to our family. He truly was a part of our family and we always loved him as such. Thank you Lloyd Ringquest on all that you have done, for it truly goes beyond all that we probably ever had the chance to express to you. RIP.