Vinne or vk
Like previously stated, I thought your original post lost a lot impact for the sarcastic tone and the vocabulary in general went way over my head and was hard for me to follow but on the things I did catch, I agreed and disagreed, but all this is irrelevant because I am writing you for a different reason. I want to congratulate you for your excellent short story you wrote as an undergraduate. I read it Sunday night and had a smile the entire thirty minutes I read it. It was wonderful read and the best part was, it was free! Something unusual today in our society, thirty minutes of great entertainment for FREE! I grew up next to a golf course, did some very limited caddying in my younger-younger years and started digging holes and cutting greens on a golf course 38 years ago in New England. I got my education in Turf grass management, was a superintendent at a course with a PGA tournament, constructed courses and during the last fifteen years, hit an all time low and have become a Golf Course Architect! There was so much in the short story that I could relate to, that made it such an enjoyable read. Surrounded by millionaires, earlier in my career and graduated to billionaire clients in the latter part of my career. Some were excellent human beings and became friends and some were miserable despicable human beings, as in all walks of life. What I want to share is with you is that the envy that the caddies possessed for the clients can sometimes be a two way street. As you pointed out we all have a lot animal behavior in us and sometimes we think the grass is greener on the other side of the fence. Some twenty five years ago I became Director of Golf at a new development following the completion of construction in which I was employed. The project manager noticed my love and enthusiasm I had for the course and knew the best salesmen are those who believe in their product. Therefore he offered me to enter into the lots sales on a part time basis through the contact I had with the golfing public. One of my clients and I were playing one day and we started talking about what he did for a living. He explained he refurbished and customized jets for Princes, Sultans, Kings and golf pro-turned architects. Continuing the round, the conversation turned to name dropping the great courses we had played, one trying to top the other and the great golfing experiences we had been fortunate to live. When backed into a corner by one of his recent trips, I played my trump card telling him how my best friend was building the third course at Casa de Campo and had the added responsibility of being in charge of Pete Dyes house on the fifth hole of Casa de Campo and how I had made two visits there and stayed in Pete Dyeīs house and was welcomed back at anytime. So during the beers after the round he says to me, I just finished customizing a zillion million dollar jet and have a contract on it but the paper work wasnīt finished yet and a temporary delivery date was set for ten days in the future. So he proposes we take it for a test drive to the Dominican. Forty eight hours later we were in the air and Dominican bound for Dye Estates! At the time American Airline, AMR had merged or something big was going on and the stock was supposed to soar and he bought in heavy before we left. We had the time of our lives, at least I felt we did, you can imagine all the details and some you might not could imagine. During the time we were there, AMR took a dive and he lost half or three quarter of million, on paper at least. He was quiet and deep in thought on the return flight and I sat next to him and tried to consul him with such comments, as donīt worry it, what goes down most of the time goes back up and you will get em next week. He said, itīs not that! When I dug deeper he opened up and said everything was great and thanked me for everything
very impressive but the thing that impressed me the most was our caddy, Sammy! He said, I donīt think I ever met anyone that is truly more happy than he is and itīs made me look and reflect on my life. He has nothing, maybe 2,000 dollars a year income and his energy and happiness you feel from one hundred yards. I havenīt slept in three nights because of that dam stock and I donīt remember the last time I woke up singing in the shower and I bet my bottom dollar that guy wakes up six to seven days a week singing in the shower! So envy is sometimes a two ways street! Itīs a shame more on the site didnīt read your short story. If they did, they would understand that you have a love for caddying that goes Soul deep! At least that was my conclusions. I wish you all the luck in your new career embarking. You have a god given talent. I hope you choose to channel it in a positive direction. I suspect you will still continue to caddy on and off throughout the rest of your life. If you ever write a book in the future about caddying, put me down for the first copy, just lighten up on the vocabulary please.