A couple of Joes

Joseph Sylvester Mosbrook was my fathers father. We called him Papa. He died when I was a teenager on Thanksgiving. I thought of him as a warm and happy spirit. He was a proud man and well respected. He was president of the Pinehurst Country Club and lived across the road from the 7th hole of Pinehurst #2, one of the best golf courses in the world.
Papa loved golf. He played late into his life. I am the only member of my family to not love the game.
I do respect golf and understand the passion my Dad, brother, uncles, Susie and Papa have for it. The game is a great challenge and you have to work hard at it to be good. The weather and course can have a strong effect on the game.
Golf is a sport that requires continual spending. From green fee's to lessons, to the never ending need for the next greatest piece of equipment that will make you drive further, putt better and shave one stroke from your score.
Golf is a lot like triathlon. Just slower. One day the Newspaper will have a section called Tri Monday.....

My Papa's middle name, Sylvester means happy New Year in German. He was born December 31, 1899 close to midnight. He was one of the last babies born in that century.

So what makes me think of my grandfather, Joe Mosbrook on his 107th birthday?
It is also the birthday of fellow IM candidate, CTC member, Heights resident, former Mad town resident, and blogger, Jodi.
Jodi is not 107 and is very much alive. Very much alive thanks to her bike helmet. She crashed recently and the helmet most likely saved her life. (WEAR YOUR HELMET!)
Capricorns are resilient and don't seem to let much slow them down. Papa was hit by lightning while golfing, and got right back on the course. Jodi has been piling on the bike mileage since her accident.
Anyhow, Happy Birthday Papa.
Happy Birthday Jodi.
Happy New Year Everyone.
IRONMAN 2007....Maybe I will take up golf next year.