School Story:
I didn't come until into Junior Year so It took awhile to figure Northville out. SOOO different from Fairview Park, Ohio -- a simple, beautiful and old tree- lined near suburb of Cleveland, where Jocks acted like jocks and the Burn-Outs --- Burned ALOT!
I was a jock in Fairview. I figured my new friends on the golf team would surely be a good crowd to help keep me out of trouble in this strange new world. I sincerely believed that. Well, I imagine you all were aware that in Northville, the lines between jock and stoner was often a bit blurry. Those unnamed lads on the golf team were some of the most diabolically mischieveous, party-paradigmed, group of achievers I ever met berfore or after. I joined the Romans and my life was forever changed!
It has been quite a few years since I last drank even a communion swig of alcohol, or imbibed in the other fruits of the lab and forrest. Yet I cannot get through a round of golf without some reminder of those bi-gone days at Brae Burn Golf Club. In Northville, Golf was a contact sport.
I often wondered how my Band of Brothers won just about all of our meets. I often marvelled that a few particularly boisterous lads managed to get off the first tee, let alone line up a putt! But by God, They did, and we rallied behind them!
I had some great teachers in the Ville, and found myself much more prepared than the majority of my MSU classmates. I was really grateful for that. The lessons fromTeachers like Edwards (AP BIO and much dissection), Townsley (The yard stick smack on the desk to awaken a red-eyed stoner), and Woodard who taught me how to write, still resonate.
But I will tell you all that my education with the Northville golf team make me a better father today. Yes, my girls and I talk openly about sex, drugs and rock and roll, but beyond the luv, they know beyond a dark shadow of a doubt that I am everywhere and know all!
Thank you Mustang Golf!
