When we were at the Larkins a couple of weeks ago, the wives planned a golf outing. It happened to coincide with my last day of work. The outing turned into a very nice retirement celebration. We had two foursomes. The Gainsleys played with the Leclairs. Sharon and I played with Larkin and Nooter. Cindy rode with Larkin.
I struggled on the front nine. It took me four shots to get out of the trap on the third hole and three putted three greens. Although I felt like I was hitting the ball pretty well, I ended up with a very ugly 61. I caught fire on the back nine; I parred three holes, including both par threes and the par five tenth. I bogeyed four other holes and didn't three putt once. I ended up with a 44 on the back nine. I don't think I have ever come close to that kind of a nine hole score before... I ended up with a fairly honestly scored 105.
In a somewhat bizaree incident, someone was mowing the 15th fairway. He ran over my ball and moved it about twenty yards back towards the tee. In general, the course was in very bad shape. There were lots of dead spots in the fairways and several of the greens seemed very chewed up. We have never seen it look this bad.
After golf, everyone jumped in the pool. We finished the night with a very nice dinner. Nooter barbecued salmon fillets. Sharon and the Leclairs made a couple of nice salads.
Dinner turned into a walk down memory lane. The Nooters, Larkins, Gainsleys and I talked about how we met and the adventures and misadventures that we have had. I known Nooter for more than fourty-five years and Larkin more than forty. Sharon and I have known the Gainsleys for almost twenty-five years. It was a perfect retirement celebration.