So Rick is alone at the Robertson hacienda. Gulp.
We played a free round of golf today, courtesy of Gordy, who complained last week about the quality of the greens at the El Conquistador, got four free passes from the pro, then went home to New Hampshire before he was able to use them. So we all pitched in and helped out Gordy, dedicating today's round to the memory of him being 1 under par after six holes at The Ranch.
Dick and Rick say they attended Bethel College (no graduation record available) together in Minnesota. Rick is a Swede from Grantsburg, Wisconsin, where his father ran the feed mill and creamery. Rick taught school to fourth and fifth graders as did our sister, Linda, in Ft. Collins, before she retired to Minnesota, of all things. Rick and fellow schoolteacher Dick have played golf together since college days, and possess fine golf skills. They had summers off. Duh.
Today Rick demonstrated a fine draw on his lengthy drives, his first time out in months. We all miss Dick Robertson (shown in a rare file photo at left, picking up a tab) and wish a speedy return. Of course, until we can nail down whatever it is that infected him, understandably, he'll have to be quarantined to his own cart and we'll wear surgical masks.
Keeping pace
Mr. Robertson often complains about speed of play. He feels other members of the foursome often don't keep pace, dawdling over putts, doodling on the teebox. He is discouraged by the amount of time it often takes to play 18 holes. While Dick has been absent, these same partners have played on without him. Oddly enough, it has been noted that play has somehow quickened, with each daily foursome finishing in record time, no matter how the group is composed or what the day's conditions are. The only variable has been the absence of Dick Robertson.
We leave readers to draw their own conclusions.