Yesterday, July 6, was trip to the Foxboro Hills golf club in Cary.
Many, many highlights. First off Bob and I stopped in Cary for a couple of Chicago style hot dogs each. Special yesterday and maybe every day, they were $1.27 each. The Chicago dog place back in CA charges $4.50 and they really didn't taste right.
I've concluded that the dill pickle spear is what gives the dog its authentic style. One gets tomato, chopped onion, mustard too. Hot peppers from Mexico are optional.
Then off to the course. We met up with Chuck and off we went. Beautiful course, not very tight, undulating fairways. The greens were challenging - - a number of them elevated, water came into play a bit, a lot of sand for the unwary. There were a lot of breaks and buried animals in the greens. Some putts were missed by 12 feet and I'm just talking direction. Speeds were reasonable and they held ok.
It was quiet on the course and we had it to ourselves until we let a twosome go through at 15.
Pretty much a perfect day with a challenge in front of you and old friends to encourage success.
The scores were nothing to blog about and I'll skip that bit of reporting.
Then on to pizza for beers and more company as Mark joined us. All four of us worked together in the late 70s early 80s at Nuclear Data. We were all doing software and learning our trade and the ways of world.
There were war stories to tell and good times to remember. We also chatted about government and regulation and national policies. Good discussions with good ideas and input. Sadly the world will not put us in charge, so the problems will remain.
We didn't get out of the restaurant until 9:30 then Bob and I made our way back South to his house. We passed through towns I used to know. Algonquin and East Dundee were on the route. East Dundee has a lot of old buildings and if I get back that way, the camera will be busy.
But so much has changed, including my memory; so it looked familiar and it didn't.
The car is pushing 4000 miles for the trip. Maybe today to roll over.
I'm going to see if I can get a factory tour of Molon Motor and Coil in Rolling Meadows, where I started my rise through industrial America. I'd like to take some pictures and see the old place. Knowing what I know now, I could have done a better job for them. I still remember some of the motor part numbers. We used to stack boxes of parts along a wall, with the part numbers on them. In those days my memory was impressive and it was no problem to know which ones were interchangeable. ZMO-1802 was one rotor and shift assembly and the every popular ZGM-1735-xx series. Ha! I've still got it.
I started at the paint booth and came home with green thumbs. The path to supervision was quick and it was then that I decided that management was not my future. Give me technical problems to solve and I was your man. People problems were better left to others.
No new Road kill to report from yesterday. No animal sightings on the golf course except for a Great Blue Heron that was fishing a pond.
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