As of Friday, February 5, 2016
Last weekend, we were out for a drive, looking for something different to do.
Like that groundhog from Pennsylvania, Punxsutawney Phil, we were eager to welcome spring.
To our surprise we found the golf course open. We had just stopped there thinking we’d have a coffee and a view of the course.
With the course open, we headed to the driving range.
As we took our swings on range, I could feel that rush of a new season just around the corner.
The sun was out, bright even, and it felt good to swing a club…even if it was a borrowed driver.
We got back to the clubhouse talking about this or that drive — some okay, plenty embarrassingly bad and a few worthy of tucking away in the memory bank.
Groups of golfers were in the clubhouse talking about their respective games. A couple were holding court, weighing in on the issues of the day that matter to Sunnysiders.
Maybe it was the sun, the flush of playing outdoors or simple camaraderie, but I enjoyed the back-and-forth, give-and-take, with folks at the clubhouse I didn’t really know all that well.
Our shared commonality was the promise of spring, golf and this community that we all call home.
Not sure about the golf — my game puts the duh in duffer — but I look forward to more of spring and from our community as the weather warms.
And if I do get more into the swing of golf, don’t worry about my errant shots. I promise I’ll spend a lot more time home, home on the driving range before I take to the course.