I found myself at a family wedding
on Saturday. It was a country club affair, and from all appearances, it was
real nice. It was good to see the family come together. As time has passed, the
family has become larger, although it seems to be getting smaller with all the
in fighting and lack of participation.
I’m
not a big fan of weddings. I have a tendency to disappear during the reception and walk around
the country club at night. A country club at night is a lonely place. The last three family weddings have
been at country clubs, and at all three weddings I found myself strolling the
grounds alone peering into the window of a pro shop. The sight of empty golf
bags sitting in the shadows of a closed dark pro shop is sad. The bags sit
there, chubby, empty, and in isolation, all they need is a pint of ice cream to
make their loneliness complete. Nobody has picked them, and at pro shop prices it
may be some time before someone does.
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