The Big Red Orange

Driving a golf cart at age ten was a privilege. Golfing at age ten was out of the question, according to our old man.

Our father wasn’t always right, but when it came to golf, I’ll give him a clap. Most of his spawn shouldn’t have been on the greens. He only allowed us to drive the cart which was equally dangerous…for others.

After golfing, if he had a good round, he’d buy us an orange soda, which for some odd reason, he’d call it a big red orange. He’d also purchase lunch for us, and for himself, he’d have a beer.

Never spending much time with our father with his work schedule, anytime with him was precious.

2 thoughts on “The Big Red Orange

  1. Your father was a brave man to take part of his crew to the golf course with him. Golf is a thoughtful, and on tv a serene game with what appears to be well bred green athletes. Your Dad was above the fray. Remarkable.

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