We could have had better weather for the 30th annual Paul Rundstrom Memorial Golf Tournament in Hillsboro Sunday. Intended to be 18 holes, it was called after nine holes mainly because of the lightning, but the rain and wind wasn’t helping either.
It was great becoming reacquainted with the Rundstroms: Eric and Uncle Bernie along with Uncle Danny and his sons Andy and Michael.
Even though the weather didn’t match the conditions Eric plays golf in out in Santa Rosa, Calif., he said he would plan to come back every Rundstrom tournament from now on.
And made a pledge to win it before too many years go by.
Along with wife Shawna, Eric owns Bungalow Coffee and Tea in Santa Rosa, which is just north of the Bay Area. It is a retail outlet and they also wholesale their products to area restaurants and other clients.
I hadn’t played golf in four years until Sunday afternoon—and it showed. My 3-inch drive on Hole 7 was the worst shot of the day. If I could blame my ineptness on the course conditions, I would, but I have never seen the Hillsboro course so lush and green. We played the balls as they lay, and it wasn’t ever a problem.
I also noticed the evergreens on Hole 7 were no longer there and have been replaced by trees with leaves—and at this point they aren’t very big yet. Even so, I managed to hit one of squarely, making my ball go backward.
I just spent four days in Myrtle Beach attending the annual conference of the largest free paper group in the country: the Association of Free Community Papers.
This is the fourth straight year I have attended this conference to promote my photo-book printing to newspaper publishers from around the country.
I sensed much more interest from attendees this time in finding additional revenue streams for their operations.
Driving in from Charleston Wednesday, we saw huge plumes of smoke in the air above Myrtle Beach. After arriving in our hotel room, we discovered on TV that thousands of acres near Myrtle Beach were on fire with no hope of them being extinguished anytime soon.
We were never in danger, though. The coastal waterway buffered our location from the raging fires.
One of the highlights of the trip was eating fresh seafood—the likes of which can’t be found in these parts.
I ran into former Hillsboroan Sam Baerg, who was on his way to Myrtle Beach as well to catch up with a tour his wife Eileen was leading in the area.
He had the same flights as I did, so I ran into him at every connection and we had lunch in Charleston on the way home.
It was good catching up on what our families had been up to for the past 20 or so years. I also caught him up on what was going on in Hillsboro these days.
It’s amazing what one has known and forgotten until reunited with someone from the past.
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