The entire point of this latest adventure was for two lifelong friends to celebrate turning 60 by playing Pebble Beach in each other’s company.
Mission accomplished. We had a ball.
We decided to hire a caddie and walk the 18 holes. Pat was our man. Long of hair and of patience, Pat learned our games quickly. By the second hole, he was picking our clubs with precision, and reading the greens to perfection.
Pat’s been around. He’s a Wisconsin guy who decided college…and winter…weren’t for him. So he came to the Monterey peninsula years ago, and earned licenses to sell real estate and give massages. He went to culinary school, and managed a restaurant or two. And he can tell a story.
I didn’t bring my “A” game along, but Pat made my “B” game the best it could be. This stranger made a great day perfect for two old buddies.
So if you ever get the opportunity to play Pebble, ask for Pat. He’ll carry your bag. And maybe he’ll sell you a house.