Saturday was a day that dreams are made of for me. Well…it was a day that one of my dreams are made of. After staying up visiting with Danny C. until almost 1:00 am I was told it was time to get out of bed by the smell of bacon. When I got to the kitchen breakfast was ready. Bacon, eggs, and waffles were on the table, and as we ate Dan continued to catch me up on the people I have been away from for the last ten years. After breakfast we headed to the Seagraves airport where Dan keeps his Beechcraft Bonanza. It’s been a while since I’ve flown in a private plane so I was glad the weather was on my side, it was perfect for flying.

After takeoff Calfee turned control of the plane over to me and I headed straight out to fly over my old farm.  From there I flew us over Fourway Gin, the cotton gin that I ran and was part owner of for many years. Then it was over to the Gaines County Golf Course, as I made my way east toward Loop. You know, I realize all of this doesn’t mean much to you, but to me everything I saw from two thousand feet above the ground brought back nice memories. Seeing the farm that my son Josh, and my Dad worked sided by side on, flying over the Gin where I spent almost twenty years, looking down at Denver City, and later the golf course. Even seeing the farms that I grew up working on reintroduced me to folks who had help shape my life. My Granddad Clark, and uncle Rayburn, Mr. Dent, Mr. Jones, Mr. Halbrooks, and Robert Scott, all men I had worked for at some time while growing up. I remembered the endless days I spent driving a tractor for Stanley Ancinec, and the good times I had with his sons Monty, and Craig.

As I think back on my younger life I can’t help but be thankful for the folks who were a part of my life. The people who helped mold me into what I am today. Many of them have passed away, but many still remain, and I am so glad I got to hug them, and shake their hand this passed weekend.

Saturday afternoon I found myself continuing my dream of a day. At 2:00 pm I was standing on the number one tee at the Gaines County Golf Course. The course is a really nice country course. It’s where I played my first round of golf, and if for some reason Saturday’s round is the last round I ever play I’m glad I got to play it again. While waiting for our time to tee off I ran into a few other men I haven’t seen in a while. One of the low life dogs greeted me with a smile, a warm handshake, and these words “Kent you haven’t gotten any taller, but are getting uglier.”

In every issue of Golf Magazine there is an interview with some pro golfer, or celebrity, and they always ask that person who their dream foursome would be. Well I have to tell you, my Saturday foursome was very high on my list of dream foursomes. My number one dream foursome has grown into a “sixsome.” I know this grouping my never come about, but we could possibly share time on the course together. My dad has only played two or three rounds of golf in his life, and at 79 years old and a set of bed knees he’s not about to start playing now. What few rounds he has played have been with me, and I like that. So, my dream “sixsome” would consist, at this point, of Dad, me, Joshua, my son, Major, his son, Chad, my son-in-law, and Ranger, his son.

Hum…it just occurred to me that since my number one dream grouping isn’t a foursome, I can without reservation say that I played golf with my dream foursome on Saturday. You see Saturday I played golf with three guys who have been my friends for over thirty years. I’ve been business partners with them. I’ve laughed with them, cried with them, and fought with them. For a number of years I even thought I had lost them because of a business deal that had gone bad costing us all a lot of money. Saturday I played golf with three guys who ain’t worth killing, but whom I would step in front of a bullet for. Lee, Tom and Joe are my dream foursome. I had a blast, and I hope we can do it again sometime.

Yup, Saturday was a dream day. Flying and golfing on a picture perfect day with good friends. In all honesty folks, it can get better than that, but not by much.

Till next time,

Grump