I remember:
Dad going to golf on a misty day and wearing a jaunty Hogan type cap...
Him taking a day off from work to play 18 holes on an uncrowded course with me...he played a ball that bounced off our car from nearby Rolling Hills CC, while we were on our way to Rob Roy....
Him telling me how he played the great Canterbury near Cleveland once....
Having Wilson Sam Snead clubs, and the Sam Snead instruction book. He was thrilled when I later met Sam Snead
Buying me a Wilson Patty Berg set for my first clubs....
Buying me "PO_DO" golf balls at Walgreens for my first new golf balls....
Buying me MacGregor MT Tourney for my first men's set ($250 in a small shop on Oakton in Skokie) I later sold them to Jim Blaukovitch (another architect who looks in here) sans the 8 iron, which I somehow lost.....they are still in part time/emergency service according to Jim
Buying me a custom set of clubs when graduating from college...
Listening patiently to my "hole by hole accounts" of my latest round...
Refusing to join Medinah, like my neighbors, calling it "financially irresponsible"
Looking at other clubs, but never joining....
Skying a tee shot, and passing the ball, saying "I know I hit it farther than this" when I started outdriving him....
Pretty much quitting when I started beating him.....
Telling me, at age 12, when I proudly announced my intention to be a golf course architect, to consider a "job where you use your brains....."
Not long after, he sent for all the info on architecture then available from ASGCA and NGF.....
Always stopping for lunch between nines, driving me crazy....
After I got hit with a ball at Mt. Prospect Muni, and the ranger asked where was I hit, he replied "The sixth hole"...
For the life of me, I don't know why I remember these particular snipets, but thank Mike for the opportunity to remember them!