Comments on: Wednesday at 11

By: Krystal

Krystal — Fri, 23 Jan 2009 08:45:50 +0000

This made me relize how greatfull I should be for the strong friendships that I have!
Great story!

By: Deborah Hendrick

Deborah Hendrick — Sat, 26 Jul 2008 17:44:00 +0000

Neil—old friends are precious indeed. I think all of us would like a seat at the table like the one in Ozona.

By: Neil Smith

Neil Smith — Sat, 26 Jul 2008 16:35:42 +0000

Eric turned me on to you and being a semi-West Texan your story and his comment hit very close to home. I travel between Austin and Fort Davis every few weeks and stop in Ozona for dinner each way. There are five, sometimes six and even sometimes just three old men that come in for coffee at five o’clock each day, rain or shine. The waitress knows to save them the big round table and has a glass cookie jar on that table before the first guy comes in. I have watched these guys with a feeling of reverence and respect and one day I realized that I don’t have a group like that to be with. So sad. Maybe some day.

By: Deborah Hendrick

Deborah Hendrick — Sat, 26 Jul 2008 14:28:57 +0000

I hear you Donna. I like those old men, too.

By: Donna B.

Donna B. — Sat, 26 Jul 2008 05:34:41 +0000

I don’t like golf. I find it boring. But this story isn’t about golf, it’s about men. Older men. I like older men and my husband is grateful that I do. :-)

By: Deborah Hendrick

Deborah Hendrick — Wed, 23 Jul 2008 20:37:54 +0000

One thing about playing golf in West Texas, you must love the game beyond all reason. I’m glad to know your Dad is still playing.

By: Eric

Eric — Wed, 23 Jul 2008 19:41:39 +0000

The group my dad played with for years had similar rules, although unwritten, differing in only a few areas: no playing in colder than 50; winds are irrelevant (this is West Texas, you know); and God wouldn’t have created golf carts if he didn’t want you to use them.

That group is gone; only my dad is left, although he has found another playing partner. At 85, he can make only nine holes, and generally just once a week, but there’s no telling the good that time does him.

As far as I know, none of them had a Scottish brogue, but I somehow think that they’d welcome with open arms anyone with the good sense to both play golf and retire in West Texas.