Everybody has stories

Played golf with Jack and Morris and Rex this morning. We mostly had fun and in the end Rex left a buck and a quarter richer, Jack and I a quarter poorer. Morris ended up suffering the biggest indignity by passing out a total of five quarters. But while we slapped at the ball, we also did a little catching up.

For instance, Jack told of his current reading, the story of Bevo Francis, a name that made a little wiggle way back in the far corridors of my memory bank. Remember him? He twice scored a hundred points in a basketball game back in the early '50's. Played ball at a tiny college in Ohio: Rio Grande. From a review at amazon.com:

The story centers around Bevo Francis, who scored 116 points in a game, and Rio Grande College & the journey the basketball team took from its band-box of a gym to some of the biggest arenas in the country. It also shows how the NCAA stood in judgment of the small school and ultimately did a masterful job in erasing the records set by Francis and the team from the collegiate books.

Interesting.

Then there is Morris telling of his visit with a doctor yesterday over in Vincennes (I think). Not all that unusual for Morris to be visiting a doctor but this one is also a writer of all sorts of opinions on everything including the kitchen sink. Morris was intrigued and went to his website and did some reading up on the stories this guy tells. (I can't find the website, thought Morris said it was a blog, EXODUSDR.com...) A Jew from NYC, the Bronx; had trouble with drugs; self educated; married to a Thai woman (like Earl Woods was).

Interesting.

And Rex? No stories from Rex this morning; he was far too busy gathering quarters.

We did meet the missing Jack Lents, he who was scheduled to be the fourth in the group - something came up and he called me shortly after I crawled out of bed this morning to see if I could stand in for him (why of course!). He met us at #9 tee box as we were getting ready to tee off on our last hole; he and his motorcycle and his black leather jacket and his tennis shoes. Tennis shoes? Yes, tennis shoes. He does have black leather boots; maybe they're a struggle to get on and off, especially if you're just heading up the road a piece. He wanted to know if I had won him any money...

Interesting...

Gotta go. Scramble at Lakeview this afternoon. Starts at 4:15.