My best story didn't happen to me, but I was there that day. On the Tuesday practice round for the 1997 US Open at Congressional, my friend Chip and I had volunteered as marshalls, and were assigned to walk with a group that included Steve Elkington, Jeff Maggert, and Grant Waite. We were basically supposed to walk just inside the ropes, as a visible presence on a day when the ropes weren't as fully staffed as on the tournament days.
After nine holes, Elkington and Maggert walk down the long sloping path toward the 10th tee, but Waite wanted to stop by the clubhouse for a bite to eat. I went with the two guys, Chip went with Grant. After getting the food, Chip and Grant walked along the back side of the pool enclosure, where some of the member's kids were hanging out asking for autographs. Grant signed a few, handed them back to the kids, and then the kids handed them to Chip. Chip was a bit puzzled, until Grant told him "Go ahead, sign them". So here we are, 20 years later, and someone looks at his souvenir autographed flag, and wonders who the h___ this guy Chip was!
I have not been to San Antonio since I was a teenager and visited a cousin at Corpus. I remember stepping off the train and the blast of hot air hit me. That was over 60 years ago. I vaguely remember San Padre Island and fishing from some sort of canal or dyke, catching croaker and ribbon fish. I loved the river walk and the Alamo.
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