It sits in the back corner of a coat closet, almost fully obscured from view. A tribute to a day long passed. Those it honors now residing only in memories. One of the bonds I formed with my dad was over our mutual love of golf. It was in this clubhouse, adjoining this course, where the plaque with the names of the founding board members, those instrumental in laying the groundwork for what was to come thereafter, had for more than half a century been prominently displayed. Now it was merely sharing conversation with winter jackets.
The Plaque
The Plaque
The Plaque
It sits in the back corner of a coat closet, almost fully obscured from view. A tribute to a day long passed. Those it honors now residing only in memories. One of the bonds I formed with my dad was over our mutual love of golf. It was in this clubhouse, adjoining this course, where the plaque with the names of the founding board members, those instrumental in laying the groundwork for what was to come thereafter, had for more than half a century been prominently displayed. Now it was merely sharing conversation with winter jackets.