Very cool.
Funny how somebody says something and you recall long forgotten moments.
At the time it seemed so innocent but obviously anchored deep.
I have memories of my dad like that. He was a terrific golfer. Neither of my older brothers took up the sport.
I was his last chance at showing how he enjoyed playing. He was a scratch player, meaning he shot par for 18 holes on average.
So early on, he brought me to the club where he belonged and I would hold the cup flag, rake the traps, etc.
We went on to bond hugely as he taught me everything he knew. I ended up Captain of my HS team, played in college at SMU and played with him on his life ambition of playing all the famous European courses, St Andrew's, Royal Dublin, Royal Birkdale, Glen Eagles in Scotland, and many more in a 6 week golf trip.
So your story clicked with me again.
Remind me to tell you about meeting Kenny Loggins at a bar I worked at one night.
Hmmm...
So you didn't ask me, but I will finish my bar tender thought.
My first job behind a bar was at a supper club in Dallas. Back then they were very popular. You would eat at your table and in b/w acts you would get served your next course, etc.
Anyway, one night I am cleaning the bar waiting for the curtain to come down inside and a guy comes in and sits down. I ask him what he wanted and says a Coors. I serve him and get a good look at his face and it's Kenny Loggins.
I could tell from his voice. I said "hey, you are Kenny Loggins" and nods yes. I asked him what he was doing there and he says he is waiting for the lead girl in the play to get off work. Terri was her name. Beautiful thing. So we waited and I chatted and poured.
Never gave him a bill. He tipped me 2 tickets to his concert in Ft. Worth and I went. He gave me a name to use to come back stage for the after party of the concert.
I went and Terri was there and we smoked joints all night. I had a great time and consider it the highlight of my bartending experiences.
As a waiter, I waited on Don Ho, a famous Hawaiian singer performer. He was very cool and left me a $50 tip which in 1970 was a big one.
So your moma knew what she was doing to feed you. I always liked working bars and restaurants because the chefs fed the workers before work. Never paid to eat in those places.
Later.
