RMJ 142 July 7

MONDAY, JULY 7 ● Houston ● All-Star break

Many years ago, I decided that it was foolish to make vacation plans for the All-Star break; it’s just too hard to do anything in two days. I thought I might play a little golf this year; now, it seems, I am going to play a lot of golf.

The Falls is my favorite course in Texas. It is so remote that it doesn’t get much play. And it is a brawny brute of a golf course, featuring rocks and rivers, cedar, and oak. Most of the time, the only hole you can see is the one you are playing.

In the fall, my old racquetball-and-skiing buddy Jim Heine and I go early and pay the all-day rate. We usually play 54 holes or more. Today, Bill Greif and I played 36. We kept talking about what a nice day it was: not too hot, pleasant breeze — especially in the shade. The wind was in our faces as we drove down the cart path.

I think we talked ourselves into playing 36 holes because we had driven all that way, and the course was in superb condition. But it was hot! Texas hot. We probably drank a gallon of water each, and we were still depleted at the end.

 

 

I have to get busy with my player evaluations now. Whoops. Have to take Judy to Ciro’s Italian restaurant first. She deserves it. Hasn’t had the Mama C’s dessert for a couple of months now.