To those of you who don’t play, I know it seems like a silly game – whacking a little ball around for hours at a time. Though I come from a golfing family and have played for 60 years, I haven’t improved any despite playing a lot more after retirement. But I have come to love the game.
Both my grandfather and father told me it was an important sport for business relationships – and that proved to be true. “GOLF”– the four-letter word that can get you past the toughest executive secretary. But outside of business, it was just too time consuming to compete with work and family for most of my adult life.
Now though, Debra and I love playing in the countries we visit on the ship. We don’t always play when we can, but I’m sure we’ve now experienced courses in over 30 countries. Whether “rustic” (Falkland Islands) or world-class (New Zealand), we find it a great way to see more of a country and experience a little local culture off the beaten path.
Mark in the morning
But my favorite golf, I must admit, is at home in New England. First one out alone at 7 AM, on my empty course, walking, I play 18 holes in 1:50 and get home before Debra’s second cup of coffee. Mark, my favorite caddie, leaves me alone to enjoy the solitude. His longest sentence in 4 years was “A cup right-to-left.”
Funny, that for a game I took up for business and social reasons, I most enjoy making first tracks on the early morning summer dew.
D & D Adventures 