We met several years ago when Greensboro Country Club reopened the Farm Course after a renovation project. You were kind to spend time with the membership discussing your book, The Range Bucket List. Each member left with a copy of the book, and your participation added greatly to the day.
After reading Walter’s Wallet, I felt compelled to tell you how that struck close to home. My dad passed away at 39-years old, when I was in college. The older I get (now 56), the more I cherish the mementos that now mean so much to me. His gold plated initials that he wore on the collar of his dress shirts, or his Boy Scout leader cap with pins from other Scout troops he traded with - all sweet memories of a man that meant so much to me.
We return to Greensboro often, as our oldest daughter and son-in-law have settled there. When I go to her office building (DMJ) I remember it was the site of the Green Valley Golf Club - first learning of the course’s legacy by reading about it in Final Rounds.
Here’s to One Man’s Simple Life. Thank you for the gift of reading your work.
What a lovely comment about your dad. And what a loss at such a young age for you both. That was always my secret fear -- that I would lose my dad too soon. He lived to a very vigorous 80 years but I'd loved to have had him a decade more.
Thank you for your kind and thoughtful note. I have find memories of the Farm Club and that event. My latest book on the Great Wagon Road -- the most used road of Colonial America (that 200,000 Scots-Irish, German and English settlers came South on during the 18th Century) is out July 1st -- at which point it's back to the golf world for me. Do stay in touch. Always a delight to hear from readers.
Hi Jim,
We met several years ago when Greensboro Country Club reopened the Farm Course after a renovation project. You were kind to spend time with the membership discussing your book, The Range Bucket List. Each member left with a copy of the book, and your participation added greatly to the day.
After reading Walter’s Wallet, I felt compelled to tell you how that struck close to home. My dad passed away at 39-years old, when I was in college. The older I get (now 56), the more I cherish the mementos that now mean so much to me. His gold plated initials that he wore on the collar of his dress shirts, or his Boy Scout leader cap with pins from other Scout troops he traded with - all sweet memories of a man that meant so much to me.
We return to Greensboro often, as our oldest daughter and son-in-law have settled there. When I go to her office building (DMJ) I remember it was the site of the Green Valley Golf Club - first learning of the course’s legacy by reading about it in Final Rounds.
Here’s to One Man’s Simple Life. Thank you for the gift of reading your work.
With much gratitude,
Bud
Hi Bud.
What a lovely comment about your dad. And what a loss at such a young age for you both. That was always my secret fear -- that I would lose my dad too soon. He lived to a very vigorous 80 years but I'd loved to have had him a decade more.
Thank you for your kind and thoughtful note. I have find memories of the Farm Club and that event. My latest book on the Great Wagon Road -- the most used road of Colonial America (that 200,000 Scots-Irish, German and English settlers came South on during the 18th Century) is out July 1st -- at which point it's back to the golf world for me. Do stay in touch. Always a delight to hear from readers.
God bless and thanks again.
Jim