– Mark Twain
If you grew up in Augusta in the 1960s, played ball at Allen Park or Chafee Park or golf at “The Patch,” you are invited to the inaugural Boys of Summer Golf Tournament at
8 a.m. June 2 at Forest Hills Golf Club.
They tell me $55 covers green fee, lunch and range balls at the captain’s choice event; $12 for “lunch only.” No prizes, only fellowship.
For more information, contact Jimmy Cooper at (706) 414-1104, Jim Pardue at email@example.com or Beth Sheehan at firstname.lastname@example.org.
(P.S.: I hear the luncheon speaker is pretty awesome.)
HISTORY VIDEOS: This week’s Kirby’s Augusta history video tells the sad story of Augusta’s Last Man’s Club, an organization formed after World War I to salute its survivors. As the years rolled on, the old Augusta war veterans would meet and toast those who had passed away. Until it got down to the final four.
Its enduring mystery: Who was the last man?
THANK YOU: To the Lincoln County Historical Society for their kindness when I visited Thursday night. I had a great time.
There were so many young women present, my wife has forbidden me to return in the future unchaperoned.
I enjoyed their company, and I hope they enjoyed my historical report on the region’s home distilleries and the adventures they inspired a century ago.
THOUGHT FOR THE DAY: “A good rule of thumb is if you’ve made it to 35 and your job still requires you to wear a name tag, you’ve made a serious vocational error.” – Dennis Miller
SHELL GAME: The always reliable Bill Baab has filled two horizontal cases and two vertical cases at the Augusta-Richmond County Public Library with his seashell exhibit. You can see it through June 30 during regular library hours. It’s in the Georgia Room on the third floor and is free to the public.
It includes seashells as art, as folk art and as curiosities (including a T. rex made of shells). Shells native to North America, the South Pacific, the Philippines and the Caribbean are included.
TODAY’S JOKE: Everett Fernandez shares this one:
Late for work already, the manager was annoyed to find a strange car in his reserved parking space again. After locating a spot far away, he stormed into the office determined to have the car towed. As the morning wore on, however, his anger cooled, and he decided to give the driver another chance.
During lunchtime, he went outside and left this note on the driver’s windshield:
“Please don’t take my parking space. If you do, and your car disappears, don’t say I never towed you!”