Golfing
Saturday, May 31st, 2008
I participated in the American Scottish Society’s annual John Muir charity golf tournament. I guess the money raised supports the summer youth employment at the Van Cortlandt Park in the Bronx. I got off the train dressed for golf in a white golf shirt, plaid shorts, white hat, and bag full of golf clubs. I think I might have stuck out a little. I seemed to be one of the only people who took the train. I felt like I snuck up on the people at the registration table. They were set up to receive people from the front entrance where the parking lot was. Regardless, they took me right in. I bought 20 raffle tickets since they were helping employ kids in the area. I got some food and put my tickets in to the cups I wanted a chance to win a prize for. Met Warren, my friend at the Society of Illustrators. He introduced me to his friends I’d be playing with in our foursome. Houston and Jimmy. After a short ceremony reminding everyone who John Muir was and that the course was the oldest public course opened in 1898, we were off. Girls in golf carts full of beer drove around selling beer and my game got steadily worse. My big shot? Why, thanks for asking! I came about 19 inches from making a hole in one at a par 3 hole. Other than that, I lost about 10 golf balls.












