For the past few years the Boone High, Iowa Class of '64 has gotten together for cameraderie; laughing at the same shop worn stories, drinking too much beer(some of us) and doing everything possible not to grunt and groan when we walk. It's a useless effort, I'm afraid.
One of the classmates is ex-Army and has a perk allowing for us to stay, this time, at Ashland Army Base west of Omaha. The apartments were exceptionally nice. Golf, not so much.
In high school we were all athletes. Some were much better than others and went on to play in college.
Folks, at the ages of 72 in our group of fifteen one needs back surgery, and another shoulder surgery. Two have Parkinson's. Yours truly needs a hip replacement. Another fella has arthritis in his right hand. Luckily for him it makes the shape of his claw perfect for holding a glass of wine.
After the first day of golf while sitting around the 19th hole I made the suggestion we might want to consider another activity for our next meeting. Checkers anyone?
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