Household Heroes
By Granite Chip
Heroes belong here, literally. In a day when the country is in doubt and unsure of its providence, pedigree and purpose, it is refreshing to know we have never wavered in our membership. While it is true, our boys have never slept with a Kardashian, except maybe Levi or Mike Toomey, (those girls dig the stars), been indicted by a grand jury, if you don’t count Cabo Nick, or have been caught in a gambling raid other than Big Al, Sonic Sid and Artie, we are solid, 87% law-abiding citizens. We are dedicated to advancing golf and helping those within our reach.
We have sons of civil servants, teachers, cookie salesmen, linemen, and demolition experts, men who are household heroes. They bring home the bacon, fly under the radar, except maybe Randy G and Swingin’ Mr. Stevens, and are accountable for (most) of their actions. Our members have been essential long before essential was a buzz word. These men count and have always been counted on.
The monies raised for the needy children at Christmas and the course workers during the shutdown are never mentioned in our hallowed muni halls, but probably rival and surpass our country club soulless neighbors. I am proud to be around such unsung heroes.
Just remember boys, leave your capes at the pro shop door before entering.