Not sure anyone really cares about this, but in case I totally lose my mind
I will be able to read this, and find out who, I am and more importantly, who I
Born in Cedar Rapids, Iowa in 1945 , I had two older Brothers an one Sister, Lee
(18 years older), Jim (10 years older) and Nancy (8 years older) watched out for
me and taught me how to catch and throw a ball. Pictures below show the
family, and they kind of look like we could have been from the Hills of West
Grade School was Harrison, then Roosevelt Junior High, and Jefferson High
School. In my early years I spent most of my Summers playing baseball and
played on the BB team at Roosevelt, as well as Little League.
In 8th grade, my closest friend, Bill Meyn took me to play golf, which ultimately
became my lifelong career path. In High School I wound up on the golf team,
and abandoned baseball. This was not a popular decision with my Dad, as he
said he would buy any BB stuff, but I was on my own with golf equipment. No
one in my family had ever played golf at that time.
To show my all-around athletic talent, I offer some pictoral evidence below:
After graduating from Jefferson High School as a member of the National Honor
Society, I went South to the University of Arkansas. The only reason I mentioned
the National Honor Society, is that I have spent my entire life trying to hide how
really smart I am, and many feel that I have done a pretty good job of it.
I played on the Freshman golf team at the U of A, but without a scholarship, I
could see that I was fighting an uphill battle. After my Freshman year, I
transferred to the State College of Iowa (Northern Iowa). I spent three semesters in
Cedar Falls, before transferring to the University of Iowa. I wound up playing my
Senior year on the golf team for Iowa, but since there was no redshirting rule in
the Big Ten then, I ran out of eligibility and realizing golf was to be my career, I
turned Pro and took a job as Second Assistant at Happy Hollow Club in Omaha,
After just one season in Omaha, I left to take a First Assistant's position at Sunset
Ridge CC in Northbrook, Illinois. I spent four years there and while there won the
1970 Illinois Open and qualified and played in the 1970 US Open at Hazeltine
Natl GC in Chaska, Minnesota. I also got to the finals of the PGA Tour Qualifying
I then spent one year as an assistant at Ravinia Green in Deerfield, Illinois, before
landing my first Head Professional job at the Kankakee Elks CC, in lovely Kankakee,
Illinois. I have always said that if the world ever needs an enema, Kankakee is where it
After one year in Kankakee, I was hired as Head Professional at Midlane CC in
Waukegan, Illinois. I spent three years there, but when the club was sold and the new
owner chose to bring in a friend as the Pro, I was now unemployed. I spent an entire year
looking for work and will add this was the most difficult time in my life.
In 1978 I was hired my Dunlop Maxfli, as the Sales Rep in the territory of Minnesota,
Iowa, North Dakota, South Dakota and Nebrasks. I spent just over two years with
Dunlop and when the Iowa territory for Titleist opened, I changed companies. With
going to work for the leader in the golf business, it marked the first time in my working
career that I stopped looking for a better job.
I spent a total of 23 years with Titleist, 12 years in the Iowa territory, 5 years in a
Memphis based territory and 6 years as the Sales Automation Trainer for Titleist and
Footjoy Worldwide. Unfortunately, tough times in the economy and particularly in the
golf business brought an end to my position and again, I was unemployed.
My final four years of working wound up being hired by two friends that I had
developed along the way. Gene Koecheler hired me to cover the SE United States for
Merchants of Golf and then I spent two years with Tommy Armour with a Florida
territory. Kirk Peglow was the CEO of Tommy Armour and a long time friend.
Unfortunately, I did not have enough friends to continue working.
I have now been retired since 2007, but still attend the PGA show each January, but now I
do not have a resume in my hand.
Below, is a recent picture, in retirement, waiting at the mail box, for my Social Security