Making Fun Happen
We hit the links again and while the putting show I put on was one for the ages, as per usual, I had a lot of clear-headed thinking out there.
And I thought about guys who make the fun happen, like the man on the tee. We talked excitedly of this trip for over a month, and man, we have laughed a lot.
With each other.
At each other.
A lot of reminiscing, but a lot of moving forward.
Most of us have known one another for more than 25 years.
There’s a lot of life that goes into that.
Not all of it great.
This weekend has been great.
I made a Bolagnese sauce for the pasta, and I filled heaping plates for 7 guys.
There was not a single rigatoni wasted.
I thought of my Dad all through that as I cooked, and as I saw the plates get cleaned.
But that dinner was also something else because we sat around that table, long after the food was gone, just roaring with laughter.
And as I tend to do, I felt a twinge of sadness as I wondered about how many more times we could make it happen.
We’re getting up there!
We all have aches and pains!
Didn’t dwell on that.
Two years ago, we had a similar trip and a month later, Covid halted everything.
Not a single thing is guaranteed.
So, I stayed in the moment.
Thankful for the guy on the tee, and every person there.
Need to make such a trip with my at home buddies, too.
It’s worth it.
Making memories…
…even when we’re f***ng 4-putting.
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