Mid Afternoon Musings from the clubhouse...

On a Monday afternoon around 1:00 at The Bar and Grill at Black Lake, in Nipomo, California,  Vintage Team Bogey owns the dining tables, and reminiscing pearls of wisdom fill the air.   Surprisingly, however, stories of the just completed round are not as common as are stories of other courses played on prior dates. 
 
The pastrami on rye and pale ale are great, and the youngest person, and only female in the room is the friendly bartendress/server, who offers a smile as she tends to the patrons. The next planned rounds and tee times, and who's paying the tab today, conclude the conversations, as the "gray hairs" gradually migrate toward their home locations, which likely contain the recliners necessary to accommodate a mid afternoon nap.
 
While Team Bogey's Next Generation might be lamenting about the bad hole that ruined their score; at least on this occasion, for this group of  seasoned battlers, todays toils on the course seem to be more of a means to an end...and  less important than the company and companionship the occasion provides.  One can't help but wonder how the verbal fodder might have been different for this group, in the days when Tiger was Jack.