There’s probably not a better way to celebrate a birthday than finding something new to do in your city. I try to spend mine as a “tourist” looking in at shops, wandering on streets I don’t normally walk on, and sipping coffee in cafes that aren’t on my daily route.
Our pal Greg, being of the same mind for trying something new, decided to spend his golfing and invited us along.
Golf is not something I enjoy, though admittedly, I’ve played all of two games of put-put as an adult. Otherwise, my golfing experience is limited to being my Dad’s sulky tween caddy during his short golf phase, in very misguided attempt by him at father and son bonding and getting his chubby son some exercise. Golf to me is nothing but searing awkwardness and boredom.
So it was with a bit of trepidation, that I found myself at the city-owned Green Lake golf course, on a lovely summer day with our small gang. A par 27, nine hole course, it’s cute and old-fashioned; perfect then for learning a bit about the game without committing hours to the frustration of it. It turns out the best advice we were given was to call the hole done once you took seven shots at it— it kept us moving.
I didn’t win on Saturday. But at 57 (or +30 par), I wasn’t that far behind the only near-natural at this ridiculous game, my husband. Who knew that he could look so good playing so badly? As far as our birthday boy, well, he had some definite ideas on how to golf, but alas, played as badly as the rest of us. But no matter, eh? A lovely day out chopping grass and some delightful conversation learning about music publishing, the gallery business, and drinking lemonade. That sounds like a good birthday to me! Thanks for the invite, Greg and Rick. Happy Birthday!
Green Lake Pitch and Putt
5701 W. Green Lake Way North
Our friend, Greg Bartholomew, is a talented modern composer. Not too many of those, eh? If you like modern orchestral, chamber, or choral music, you ought to be listening in at his site, www.gregbartholomew.com.