I also remember from times past when I would walk up to the porch at the golf shop at the Country Club or near the putting green; it had a different and distinct flavor too. I'm sure it was the time in my life interacting with the time of their lives like the thermal layers of the lake. But there was a different spirit at work. While it was somewhat intimidating to confront these characters in their lair, it wasn't distasteful to me. In fact, I aspired to be one of those characters. Why? Because they were captains in the community, because they were generally successful businessmen, because they were schoolboard members, because they seemed to belong there as a respite from doing something significant for themselves and the overall good. I mean, rather than just hanging out and drinking beer with no intent to do much more than the same near term or long term. That's distasteful to me too and it just doesn't seem right.
Now, were these captains all worthy of admiration in every respect? Of course not!
Do we have some of those captains around today that still frequent the club? Of course!
But I'm ready to make the seasonal change and complete the cycle and return the waters to a pleasant and pleasing tasteful state of equilibrium. It just seems better for us all.
Is that distasteful?
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