[by Robert Darnell]
We rented this house at Bermuda Beach and came down last Friday. Jerre, Becky, Natalie, and Bob. We have been beach bumming, shell picking, sun bathing, swimming, and walking.
Sunday, Ron, Sylvia and Licia came. Ron tried his luck at fishing and I think he caught three about the size of your little finger. Sylvia and Licia played in the surf and picked up shells. They had a good time and went home that night.
Monday morning David, Jan, David and Jen dropped in. They stayed until Wednesday. Everybody continued to do all the usual things and had a lot of fun with no sun burn.
Tuesday Annie and David Whitlock came so we had a crowd Tuesday night. We went down to the East End of the island to a little seafood place called Tuffy's to eat supper. It was great and we were right by the ship channel where we could see the ships standing in -- standing out -- and laying to. Everybody ate seafood and had a blast. Jennifer put on a show with her two-year-old syndrome.
That morning all the kids and ladies went to the jungle water slide. It was fun for the kids, but not for Jerre, Jan, and Annie standing around waiting.
David and Bob played nine holes of golf. Also, last Saturday Bob played nine holes and Becky and Nat drove the golf cart.
Yesterday the big excitement was Hurricane Bob and Skylab is falling. Bob rose up out of the gulf suddenly and went on in somewhere in Louisiana. We got no effect from Hurricane Bob. Skylab fell today somewhere off in nowhere and no one was effected.
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Monday, March 23, 2015
Friday, January 16, 2015
The Houston Open
By Robert Darnell [Date unknown: when Becky was thirteen]
I'm rather an old fellow and never collected an autograph in my life.
Last year I went out to the Houston Open on Friday and that night was telling my wife and 13 year old daughter about all the famous golfers I had watched that day.
Becky, my daughter, asked why I didn't get her some autographs. I said "Becky, you don't collect autographs." She replied, "Well, I'd start if you had got me some."
On Sunday I went back to the Open with Jerre, my wife. While we were standing around the 18th hole watching all the great pros come in I thought I might as well try for a few autographs.
I had a program and borrowed a pen. The first one that came plowing through was Lee Trevino. Me an old grand-dad, and a bunch of little kids were all holding out our pens. Trevino went storming on by muttering to himself, but no signatures.
The next one I tried was Arnie Palmer. They said he was over by the clubhouse. When I got there he was in the locker room, I started in but the door keeper said, "Whoa, man, where you goin?'"
I said "I was going to get Palmer's autograph."
He said "Hey, you can't do that ... dummy...."
The next one I noticed was JC Snead. He was carrying a load of equipment in both arms with some small packages of golf balls on top. One package of balls fell off so I picked it up with a smile and gave it to him and asked for his autograph. "Naw, I can't do that," he said, "I'm loaded and in a hurry." So I replaced the package of balls and went off.
I though, "Crud, it's not so easy to get these things."
I saw an old guy standing there whom I recognized. He was mopping his brow and saying, "I'm going to get me a tall cool one." I asked for his autograph and he said, "Sure," and signed my program. "Gee, thanks." I'd gotten one.
When I got home I showed my program to Becky and said, "See, I got you an autograph."
She asked, "Who's that?"
And i told her, Julios Boros."
"Who's he?" she asked.
Oh, well.
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I'm rather an old fellow and never collected an autograph in my life.
Last year I went out to the Houston Open on Friday and that night was telling my wife and 13 year old daughter about all the famous golfers I had watched that day.
Becky, my daughter, asked why I didn't get her some autographs. I said "Becky, you don't collect autographs." She replied, "Well, I'd start if you had got me some."
On Sunday I went back to the Open with Jerre, my wife. While we were standing around the 18th hole watching all the great pros come in I thought I might as well try for a few autographs.
I had a program and borrowed a pen. The first one that came plowing through was Lee Trevino. Me an old grand-dad, and a bunch of little kids were all holding out our pens. Trevino went storming on by muttering to himself, but no signatures.
The next one I tried was Arnie Palmer. They said he was over by the clubhouse. When I got there he was in the locker room, I started in but the door keeper said, "Whoa, man, where you goin?'"
I said "I was going to get Palmer's autograph."
He said "Hey, you can't do that ... dummy...."
The next one I noticed was JC Snead. He was carrying a load of equipment in both arms with some small packages of golf balls on top. One package of balls fell off so I picked it up with a smile and gave it to him and asked for his autograph. "Naw, I can't do that," he said, "I'm loaded and in a hurry." So I replaced the package of balls and went off.
I though, "Crud, it's not so easy to get these things."
I saw an old guy standing there whom I recognized. He was mopping his brow and saying, "I'm going to get me a tall cool one." I asked for his autograph and he said, "Sure," and signed my program. "Gee, thanks." I'd gotten one.
When I got home I showed my program to Becky and said, "See, I got you an autograph."
She asked, "Who's that?"
And i told her, Julios Boros."
"Who's he?" she asked.
Oh, well.
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