I met Mickey and his wife, Janet, when we had neighbors over for a cookout about five years ago. I was talking with Ray, another neighbor, about a tee time for the next week. Mickey heard us and was overjoyed that some golfers were in the neighborhood. From that time on, whenever we played, Mickey was with us. He loved golf.
Mickey and Janet moved to Carolina Preserve from Latrobe, Pennsylvania because they had children living in Raleigh.
After a year or so, Mickey discovered a nine-hole golf course and from that time on, that’s the course we played. Ray and Mickey were in their late eighties, so it was a perfect place for us to play. We developed a habit of going to Costco for lunch after playing. For $1.50, we had a foot-long hotdog and a coke. It was a great deal and we all loved it.
One time after playing, we stopped at Bojangles. Mickey was nervous ordering food in this Southern chain. After that meal, Ray and I often teased Mickey that instead of eating at Costco, we were going to Bojangles.
Over the years, in addition to playing golf together, Mickey, Ray, and I often got together for breakfast and we met in the evenings with our wives to socialize.
Playing golf with someone seems to create a bond that lasts. I really miss you, Mickey.
Seasoned Man
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