I grew up in South Plainfield, New Jersey and I played a lot of golf when I was young. I worked as a caddy at Plainfield Country Club and unless the course was under some major construction, every Monday was Caddies Day, where they let the caddies play for free. We all played together and we would get in 18 holes and then head to the bar for lunch and back to the course again for another 18 holes. The best golfer that I ever played with was a caddy named Jeff Thomas, who was a bit younger than I was, but he was always a lot of fun to be around. There is an article about Jeff Thomas here in case you want to read it.
Besides playing golf, we all drank, mostly beer and we smoked a lot of weed. Being a caddy gives you a lot of freedom as you can sleep late some days, or even not show up for work at all, although the caddy master would frown on that. Jeff liked his weed as much as anyone that I knew and he always smoked when he was on the golf course. He told me that when he played in tournaments that if he wanted to smoke a joint, that he would purposely hit his ball into the woods, so he could light one up in the shade where the other golfers wouldn’t see what he was doing. RIP Jeff.
Written for Linda G. Hill’s Stream of Consciousness Saturday where the prompt is shade.