2/ I Remember My Plastic Golf Clubs

little nelly golfing

I remember taking my plastic golf clubs to Schenectady Municipal Golf Course with my Daddy.  I also remember looking for golf balls in the woods of Muni, keeping them safe in my Yankees hat.  Then I’d wash them in those red ball-washers that you have to swish terrifically up and down.  I’m pretty sure Daddy picked me up to do that, because there’s no way I was tall enough to reach.

I’d then walk backwards up and down the course with my like-new golf balls rolling around in my cap, asking people if they would like to buy one for a quarter.  I loved it.  They loved it.  I made a whole lot of loot off of being cute and entrepreneurial.

(Little me, age 3, Schenectady, NY.)

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