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It’s Labor Day weekend. Bruce and I are going to play tomorrow for our Labor Day eighteen holes. I played with Troy (last name) and Terry (last name) at Pinon Hills on Friday. Troy left a voicemail on my cell (it is set to silent when I teach), and just a few hours later, I met up with them on hole #7. Troy and Terry were in town to see Troy’s son, Angelo, a sophomore at Montrose High School, play football against the Piedra Vista team. Troy has the tendency to be spacey at times, so he fully admitted the only reason he contacted me was because his wife Jill reminded him that I live near Farmington. Thank you, Jill. I had a wonderful time. I played well, and it was so fun to hang out with them. I made an evening out of it by going to the game, and Belinda even came to meet us there. The timing was really good, too, because we had an early release day due to homecoming.
I can add more about that later, but my next writing assignment (self-assigned) was to write about what I missed this past summer when I was out of the action, a funny story about Bruce and C.J.
C.J. called me after the surgery, maybe a week or two after. He had a funny story he just had to relay, and I was his perfect audience. He told me that...