Hometown Friends

Was invited to play in a golf scramble tourney with some buddies.

Got there early enough to look around at some of the other foursomes and saw about 30 guys I grew up with.

A lot of handshakes and laughs as we went through the glory days dance.

One guy I saw had been the driver of a car that was pulled over - we had about 40 beers in the car and at least 6 of them were open.

This was back about 45 years ago.

The cop asked us to dump the uncapped beers, asked us where we were headed, and then sent us on our way.

When I locked eyes with the driver from way back then we both just started laughing.

“I know what story you’re thinking about,” I said.

“No need to rehash it,” he said.

A bit later, we recounted the trip to Yankee Stadium that resulted in not being allowed to board the plane.

It was a very troubling story back then.

It’s a great memory that brought a lot of laughs now.

All the old buddies still look good, and we creaked a little bit as we swung, but the weather was terrific, and even though Pops kept blasting missiles over the heads of the foursome in front of us, we didn’t get beat up.

We finished in second place too!

Yet, it wasn’t about golf.

It was about hugging some old friends.

Thankful they’re all still moving around out there.

Carrying wonderful memories with them.

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