Generation Gap or Two

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Generation Gap or Two. He didn’t even know who the two fellows were until he got back to the States, and his Dad told him.

My nephew Edwin has loved golf all his life. His Dad loved it, and must have taken a set of golf clubs to the hospital when Edwin was born.

Edwin’s Dad and Edwin, at a very early age, could be found out on the golf course when spare time existed. Edwin became quite good at it, while his Dad was a mediocre golfer at best.

Edwin’s father was a dentist, and Edwin was destined to be one. Whether he could have made it on the PGA Tour, I’m not sure. With a good golf teacher he might have been tempted, but money back then was not as good as it is now, and dentistry was a reliable profession. He and his Dad were in the same dental practice until his Dad retired.

This happened around the time that Edwin was in high school. He had a trip planned to England, Ireland and Scotland. I don’t remember the reason for the trip, but I’m sure he was working his way up to St. Andrews in Scotland for at least one round of golf.

Edwin was still in England, and had gone out to one of the local courses around or in London. He was alone, on the putting green, when he caught sight of three men eyeing him. He continued for a few minutes, until one of them approached him, and told him their fourth player had been delayed, would he like to join them for a foursome?

Edwin had no idea who they were, and what caliber of golfers they were. Edwin at home liked to play the first five holes for money, not serious money, but enough to make the game interesting. Nobody ever got mad about the money they lost on the first five holes, and then they could all enjoy the other thirteen holes. Edwin seldom lost.

The three men who had asked Edwin to join them agreed that a bet on each of the first five holes would make the game a little more interesting.

Two of the three men bantered almost non-stop, and joked a lot. They seemed to know a number of Hollywood people, and one of them in particular kept commenting about various singers. Edwin didn’t recognize that many people they were talking about, but what they said seemed to indicate all of this.

Edwin won all five holes. The banter and jokes continued for the entire eighteen holes. I think two of them were about to try and adopt Edwin to have him with them when they needed a ringer in their future golf games.

Edwin studied them closely, but still nothing came to mind about who these fellows were. He surmised they must be famous from the course of the conversation with the third member of their party, but he thought he might insult them when he didn’t know them, and had to ask.

They might forgive Edwin for a generational gap or two, because they were older, and possibly they wouldn’t be upset if he didn’t know who they were, but golf demands courtesy, and he adhered to its rules, and that included not asking.

They all shook hands at the end of the game, and laughed about the money they lost. They asked Edwin where he lived, and if he planned to turn pro. He told them he thought he would stick with dentistry.

Who they were bugged Edwin for the rest of his trip. Finally when he came home, and his Dad met him at the airport, he told him about his golf game in England, and the three men.

He tried to describe the two that bantered and joked the most, but his description was lacking a feature or two. Finally his Dad asked if they tossed any first names back and forth. Edwin told him the third fellow kept calling them by their first names.

“And what were those?” his Dad asked.

“Well,” Edwin said, “The guy who told the best jokes was named Bob, and the guy who seemed to know a lot about singing was named Bing.”

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