As a writer, you always like to think you know how to say, write, type things a bit better than others. It’s never true though.
I was reminded of that while reading one of the recent My View articles from The Buffalo News. In it, Bob Adner talks about the last 50 years of his life in Western New York. His memories are fond, his thoughts appreciative. In it, he references the fact his son introduced him to the game of golf. The paragraph reads…
“Before my eldest son moved South, he introduced me to the game of golf — something I shall never forgive him for. I am sure the ensuing curses and temper tantrums have detracted from my usually placid nature, however, I shall soldier on through the greens of Western New York till the battery in my personal golf cart dies.”
Summer is upon us Buffalo duffs and one-handicappers – may we all soldier on through the greens of Western New York as long as we’re able.