Until We Meet Again Hi all,
After giving some thought to the title I chose Until We Meet Again after a song that was sung by Roy Rogers & Dale Evans which was a childhood TV program I use to watch. I am not saying good by … but, what I am saying is that to do good commentary and quality post takes some time to put together. I try too to add some color to my post so others find some humor in reading them form some of my life’s true events. I’ve got a lot on my plate coming in the near future as you will see by reading on.
I’ll be retiring soon and have started my retirement celebration which I plan to continue for a good year. Part of the celebration is to return to golf more frequently than I have the past couple of years, restore a house in Charlotte that was built in 1938 and has been in my family since the mid sixties. The home was built by the late Joseph W. Ervin and wife Susan Graham. Joe was a former US Congressman and member of the 79th Congress who died on December 25, 1945 in Washington, DC. His brother, Sam Ervin, Jr. was elected to fill the vacancy caused by his brother’s death and sworn in on my birthday. This is how Sam first got to Washington. He later was elected to the US Senate and chaired the Water Gate Hearings where Richard Nixon resigned the Presidency.
Although, I am not related to the Ervin’s Joe and Susan had no children and their former home, purchased by my late parents, has been my home off-and-on since I was a teenager. Today, it is my primary residence and the home is indeed in need of a make over as its last renovation was done in 1990 during my father’s retirement. Giving this home a make over is part of my retirement celebration and hopefully in doing so it will get me through another twenty years or so as my homestead. It was named Ervin House in celebration of its neighborhood centennial in 2003 which was one of Charlotte’s original street car era neighborhoods. How many people can live in a home that has an Ervin family legacy? Being a born and bread North Carolinian this is indeed something special.
Another part of my retirement celebration is to do an update to my family’s coastal property that was built back in 1985 when my father retired. Although it is in a live able condition it needs some updating for it to become a home of warmth that one would find enjoyable to live in during extended visits.
And I did mention golf. Years back, in the 80’s, I was a weekend pro shop worker much like Ted is now. I did it for the golf and to be around the people in golf and not so much for the money although I did get paid well for what I did and then to have the free golf privileges at Kiawah Island. I usually played about 72 holes a week, or more, and carried a low single digit handicap. My job was to meet my company’s corporate jet when it flew in and to make sure all had a good time while they were in Charleston. Golf was a good part of this while they were in town and they seemed to always be looking for an additional player they felt, well they could “scalp.” Let me just say my old neighborhood buddy Leon Crump would have had a field day with these guys as I usually netted more in winnings than I had in losses. You also have know, its part of the game to lose some along the way otherwise you don’t get invited back with an opportunity to pick more form their pockets. You have to make them feel you just got lucky. Hell, little did they know, I was taught by the best, Clayton Heafner himself, in an old school way how to putt. And, even today this is the strength in my game. So my goal is to get my game back to where it was over the next year or so and in this way I can have some decent fun at the course. Maybe even net more than I lose. Anyway, that is my thinking … but, I’ve got to work on my game in the early evenings now that daylight savings time is here plus all of the above and some other stuff too.
I say again … Happy Trails To You Until We Meet Again. I’ll be lurking as some say.
Skeeter