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In honor of his twelfth year, I delivered a birthday story to our grandson, from the old days:   Hi Jimmy, Happy twelfth birthday!! I thought I’d write a little story for you. A long time ago there was a twelve-year-old kid who lived with his eight brothers and sisters in a tiny three-bedroom house. …

A couple of posts ago I talked about my buddy, Jim, the fanatical golf course superintendent from Ohio. The guy is still talked about in the Northwest Ohio chapter of the association, a true legend. One afternoon on a crisp fall day Jim decided to take a scythe to the tall clumps of grass along…

Golfers come in all ages, sizes and genders. Some folks have only played for a few years, some have only recently taken up the game. For a lot of us though, we’ve been playing regularly for 30, 40, 50 years or more. And, for those of us in the latter category, it’s probably the most…

When I first entered the workforce in the early 70’s, after my two-year stint with Uncle Sam, I ended up working for the golf course division of OM Scott & Sons. I moved to Ohio, settled in Norwalk, and began my career as a certified agronomist calling on golf course superintendents throughout northwestern Ohio. During…

When you’re the second oldest of a large Irish Catholic family you learn to improvise in almost any situation. As has been previously mentioned, my caddying career began around age ten – near as I can remember. Every Monday a “caddy school” was in session. This consisted of one of the older caddies or one…

Years ago, my son, Teddy, and I took a trip to Ireland. He had just graduated from high school; I was a newly divorced single dad and it seemed like a good opportunity for some male bonding. Being of Irish heritage, I was looking forward to visiting the Emerald Isle for the first time. Teddy,…

As a pretty fair junior golfer, I had the good fortune to be able to play in many of the local junior golf tournaments. The RI State Juniors, the CYO Golf Tournament as well as many of the home-grown caddy tournaments were annual events that I took part in. At the time I was probably…

I never got to know my father as a person. He was the breadwinner in the family, The sheepishly proud father of nine children. It was my mom who raised us kids, who set the rules, doled out the punishment and pretty much ran the clan during our waking hours. Even so I still think…