When my TV station has events for its business clients the on-air-staff is often invited. We are a visible part of the company. In some ways we’re the most visible part. That’s why I drove with Al Terzi to the Hartford Golf Club tonight.
Very nice. I enjoy meeting our clients and schmoozing, I’m good at schmoozing.
I impressed one guy tonight by knowing of the “Canadian Ballet,” the name given the strippers who worked the clubs in Ft. Erie, Ontairo across the border from Buffalo.
The Hartford Golf Club is wow! Beautiful and beautifully maintained.
I’m trying to think of the best way to say this, but basically I’m glad I wasn’t picking up the tab!
It’s a golf club and as you might expect the patio where folks mingled featured a view of the course. Again, beautiful and beautifully maintained. I heard people praising the course because it wasn’t too hard.
People always ask me, “Do you play golf?”
I have the best hours for it, my workday starts at 3:00 PM. I live near some very nice public courses.
The problem is I suck at golf. It’s not like I didn’t try. I took lessons. I practiced. I never got better.
Shank. Slice. Miss. Miss, again!
The only hole I ever parred benefited from a bounce off a well placed tree! You can’t make that stuff up.
When my folks lived here I often played with my dad. Father’s are forgiving. I gave up golf because it was unfair to the non-family members I then played with!
“Oh, you’re not that bad,” people will say. No, really I am that bad! Waiting for me takes the fun out of the game.
I miss walking the course. At Laurel View here in Hamden I could walk and carry. That was decent exercise out in the sun.
It’s just not meant to be. Golf and I just weren’t made for a lasting relationship. Still, I’ll always cherish what we had.