It all started back when I was 15 and needed to find a job. There was a golf course located just a mile from my house, so plans for money would be easy. The job consisted of simple things like washing carts, watering greens, picking up trash and weed eating. The people there were really laidback and weren’t very uptight about things getting done on time. Over a period of time I started to notice distinguishing groups of the golfers who played there varying from the old men to stupid drunks to guys who thought they were the greatest at golf.
The old men who we’ll call the “golf cart geezers” stand out the furthest in my mind. This