Another story I wrote a few years ago. Hope you enjoy.
This is my second go at this story; I have added a little more vivid
detail and tried to correct the many errors. Please let me know what
you think.
It is the beginning of the tournament season at the golf course where I work. I have been the tournament director for 3 years, and love every aspect of my job. It gives me the opportunity to work with some very
interesting people. Most of the people that hold tournaments at the course are usually either corporate people holding an outing for their
business, or they are the charitable type of person. Generally speaking they are men in their forties. Occasionally the big wig will throw the tournament organization responsibilities to their secretary;
this usually tends to be more of a pain in the ass, since the secretary doesn’t play golf and has no idea how to run a golf tournament. In any case, this is a story of a special person I met while running one of
these tournaments and an encounter I will never forget.