Fifteen years ago I hung up my endoscopes, the instruments that I used as a gastrodoc to invade and explore your digestive system (well, maybe not yours) and attempt to alleviate some of its disorders. Recently I added my golf clubs to history, dictared by my increasingly wobbly legs. We (clubs and legs) shared many good times together and went out in style ,as I shall explain.
I was one of the first members of Bulls Bay golf club in Awendaw, SC when it opened in 2001. A very special Irish-like hilly course, unlike most in the “low country”. The club honors it’s “Founder members” each year with a fun day which includes a competetion . I chose that day to complete my golfing career. We were split into teams of four, with two scores counting in each hole. I warned my partners that I would not help much and might not complete the round, and so it was. I stopped after 9 holes and retired to the club house to await them and lunch. Lunch was good (as always) and was followed by prize-giving. WHOA!! MY TEAM WON THE EVENT AND I GOT A TROPHY!! We went out in style.
