It's been nearly one year since I was virtually "kicked out" of the Rossville Senior Golf League.

I was disqualified from winning the end of year tournament for neglecting to ride a golf cart as "mandated" by the rules committee (to speed up play). I prefer walking (although i rented a cart and had my clubs on it). So I left the league, the golf course, my friends, my Lions club (to avoid committee members), etc.

I started a new golf life this past Spring at Deer Track Golf Course, 3 miles further away (at 8 mi.). A couple of guys followed me there--Leroy and Paster Ed. I'm playing with them this morning, in fact.

I'm simply reporting in that I have been VERY happy with my decision to make the switch. I love the golf course (much better and tougher), and enjoy the new friends I've come to meet. I plan on returning next year (if I'm still alive).

Except for my neighbor Ken, I have not had any contact with the former rules committee individuals. Last month, Ken stopped beside me in his vehicle as I walking down our road. He said he "couldn't take it anymore", my ignoring him by not waving or speaking. He wanted us to be friendly neighbors again. He said he was sorry they voted me out, that it was a mistake. I continued walking, never looking at him, not saying a word. He started to "break down", asking for "forgiveness". I relented by shaking his hand.

It is still a painful memory, and I'm not over the bitterness yet. But this is a step. I'm still rather cool to Ken, but I'll wave and small talk (he does all the talking). I know you'll (readers) give me advice (which I don't want but will accept). Nobody can be in my shoes and know how I feel about this whole situation.

Be it known, I am content with my decision and actions--and happy with where I am and where I'm going, both physically and emotionally. Life goes on.