Licorice Pipes memories...
About three to four times a year my grandfather would take me out golfing with him. When he started this trend I was to young to actually golf so we'd spend some time on the putting course and then we would take off and he'd golf and I'd find his ball, every once in awhile he'd let me hit some balls. My grandfather and I would walk the first nine holes and then he would let me drive the last nine. On the last nine holes of golf my grandfather would pull out his pipe and a brown paper bag. Of course I knew what was in that bag cause he never forgot to bring it all the years we golfed together. A red licorice pipe! We would golf and have our pipes together and when we would get out to find and hit our balls we'd both put our pipes on the dash board. They were always there when we finished, on the dash. Except the one time a squirrel took of with mine! ~ Steve from Texas |
