Nolan Getaways – 1994
Travel by Lewis and Betty Nolan
Aug. 6: Old Waverly
Mar. 5: Old Waverly,
Sep. 3-5: Oak Hill & Kincaid, WVA
Mar. 16-Old Waverly
Oct. 9: Old Waverly
Mar. 26-Apr. 3:
Apr. 14-15-Starkville, MS & Old Waverly
Nov. 20: Old Waverly
Apr. 20-22-Washington &
May 7: Old Waverly
June 4: Old Waverly
Jun. 30-Jul. 10:
(Page Updated Sept. 2, 2008)
I drove from
My personal favorites are Shelby
County Mayor Bill Morris of
A reception I attended was in
The next day I met with Nashville-based attorney Fred Thompson in his office. He is a Republican candidate for the U.S. Senate and will be a favorite in the race for an open seat being vacated by Democrat Harlan Matthews, who promised the governor that he would not run for re-election upon being appointed to the seat a over a year ago.
Running against Thompson – whose claim to fame was his service as a staff attorney on the Senate Committee that conducted the televised Watergate Hearings - will be longtime Congressman Jim Cooper of Middle Tennessee, a liberal Democrat who has tried to befriend Schering-Plough during some pretty tough times for the pharmaceutical industry in the current pro-regulatory environment.
Unfortunately, I may have pushed my meet-and-greet schedule a little too hard and due to my lowered resistance, drove home with a cold.
Feb. 2-6, 1994 – To
Thanks to some Frequent Flyers
free tickets on Northwest collected during my many business trips to
Luckily, upgrades to First Class seats made the arduous trip less unpleasant. After well over 100,000 air miles of travel, I’ve found that if one if basically friendly, courteous and respectful to the airline gate agents, they will often do their best to reciprocate with upgrades, preferential seating or whatever perks might be in their armamentarium.
While I’ve grown somewhat accustomed to the luxury of these mid-winter getaways on Frequent Flyers awards by airlines and upscale hotels, I fully realize that the free travel is merely a small reward for the immeasurable endurance of the wear-and-tear during the inevitable cancelled and delayed flights, bad food and long hours spent in airports and hotel lobbies that make up the unpublished price of frequent business travel.
We rented a Hertz Mustang
convertible at the
The next morning, the tourist excursion boat “Seaforth”
graciously honored our vouchers for guaranteed passage on the boat three years
ago when it happened to be skunked on a whale watch cruise. The boat’s owners
have three such boats and claim to be only rarely blanked at this time of year
when the grey whales migrate down the
We had a glorious morning on this
cruise in the whale traffic lane in about 75-to-80 feet deep about one mile off
the coast of
We happened to be just a few yards away from two young whales – estimated by the boat crew as being one or two years old. They were rolling through the waves and spouting jets of water occasionally through their twin blow holes.
The biggest treat of the cruise came when a young mother and her calf whale came alongside our boat, with the passengers leaning over the rail to take photographs. The two were migrating to Mexican waters. A school of fast-swimming porpoises suddenly appeared and darted around and under the boat then played around the swimming whales for a few, thrilling moments for us and other passengers.
The mother whale seemed to be not-at-all alarmed by the antics of the swarming porpoises.
The boat captain and crew were respectful of the whales and porpoises, steering a straight and slow course so the whales could peel off in another direction if they get nervous because of the boat noise.
We got another treat when we saw a large, solitary whale spouting and surfacing as it rolled through the waves several hundred yards away.
Returning to the boat’s port,
Betty and I had a mediocre lunch at a dockside cafe and then drove in our
rented Mustang, top-down to
We continued poking our way up the coast and stopped to pay a small fee to clamber down a rocky tunnel to La Jolla Cave, a somewhat famous spot with an “underwater beach” where the waves come crashing into a Cliffside tunnel. While there we saw many sea birds and quite a few body surfers catching and riding some good-sized waves. Lifeguards watch over the open water swim course, which is marked with buoys and used as a venue for triathlons.
While in the vicinity we visited
the famous Torrey Pines Golf Course, site of past U.S. Open and other major
golf tournaments. It’s a beautiful place, with much of the course elevated and
alongside steep cliffs that plunge down to a narrow beach and the
It rained most of the day on the
Friday of our stay. So we drove to nearby
The skies cleared about 3 p.m.,
too late to rent bicycles to ride around the scenic marina by the Hyatt
Islandia. But we did make a stop at
On Saturday, we returned to
Torrey Pines Golf Course where I took advantage of a special deal that the
municipal course makes available for tourists like me who want to play but
don’t have the time to wait for a week to get a scarce tee time. Paying $75 for
a “Golf Package,” I was able to walk six holes with two other guys (brothers
The arrangement seemed to be a
very good idea, giving the pros an income stream while letting a few tourists
onto the course at short notice. David told us that Torrey Pines’s two courses
– North and South – make it one of the busiest venues in the
Heavy rain the previous night and the upcoming Shearson Lehman Buick Tournament later in February meant that all golfers had to walk and carry their bag on this day. Pull carts were not allowed so as to keep the carefully manicured, wet grass pristine. Since I had brought along only a half-bag of clubs due to the air travel, it wasn’t too bad walking the walk. But I was tired in part due to my side detours along the hills to enjoy the fabulous views from the cliff tops.
All in all, I hit the ball fairly well. But a few wild shots here and there resulted in a score of 96, several strokes higher than what I thought I should be capable of even at a tough course like Torrey Pines.
After my round of golf, Betty –
who had spent 4 ½ hours waiting for me – and I visited the
We then drove to the nearby
Betty and I drove the Mustang
convertible to Point Loma to eat at the celebrated Red Sail Restaurant, where
we had an inexpensive but excellent seafood lunch. Later, we drove around the
incredibly large marina(s) complex at
On Sunday morning, we walked around
the marina by our hotel and admired the dozens and dozens of opulent and
elegant sailboats and motor yachts. We rented bicycles and pedaled about six
miles on the nearby boardwalk, dodging around a great many cyclists, skaters,
joggers and walkers. It was a beautiful,
There were several hundred
surfers out in the smallish waves of the
Notes I made in my hand-written
trip journal included the following recommendations for our next mid-winter
Feb. 16-17, 1994 – To
I drove from
Nearly all of the Tennessee
Senators and Representatives from
My speech to the legislators and
assembled members of the Chamber’s Government Affairs Council was interrupted
by applause when I told the group that we would endorse a legislative proposal
to hold a referendum in
The dinner was in
Feb. 23-24, 1994 – To
The Tennessee political climate
is heating up as the annual session of the State Legislature is getting
underway and the politically active are throwing fund-raisers to raise what former
Massachusetts’s Speaker of the House Tip O”Neil once called “the mother’s milk
of politics” – cash contributions from lobbyists. I drove to
With my government affairs job responsibilities and my service as a member of Schering-Plough’s Political Action Committee, the Schering-Plough Better Government Fund, I had obtained a pair of $500 tickets to the annual fund-raiser by the House-Senate Democratic Caucus. I gave one ticket to paid lobbyist Sandy Johnson of the Tennessee Association of Business staff; I serve on the TAB’s Board of Trustees of the business advocacy organization.
I enjoyed drinks and stand-up reception food at the Governor’s Residence, where I said hello to incumbent Tennessee Gov. Ned McWherter, Lt. Gov. John Wilder and other luminaries of the state’s Democratic Party. Sundquist’s friendly relationship with Schering-Plough goes way back to when he was in Congress.
Later that evening, I attended a
reception at the
The third and final reception I attended that evening was hosted by State House Speaker Jimmy Naifeh, where I talked to his longtime lobbyist and onetime Schering-Plough employee Betty Anderson about my company’s opposition to a proposed drug price controls bill.
I drove back from
To Old Waverly for 54 Holes of Golf with Tim Parks
March 5, 1994 – To Old Waverly Golf Club,
I drove to Old Waverly with my longtime friend Tim Parks in my Ford Taurus station wagon on a great spring day, with it being sunny and a temperature in the 70s. We enjoyed an excellent lunch of the club’s big hamburgers made with choice cuts of beef then played 18 holes, followed by another 9 holes. I shot a 94 off the whites and followed that up with a 51 off the blue tees.
Tim shot a 59/54/54. We had a good time and the usual great conversation.
Testimony at House Committee Opposing Rx Bills
March 7-8 – To
I drove from
The governor accepted an
invitation from me and Dave Cooley, president of the Memphis Area Chamber of
Commerce, which I serve as chairman of the Government Affairs Council, to come
I hosted a dinner at the TAB dinner at the Crowne Plaza Hotel attended by my pals Sens. John Ford and Steve Cohen, Reps. Karen Williams and Carol Chumney; the governor’s Chief of Staff Jim Kennedy and outside PR counsel David Fax.
The next morning, I testified
against the so-called “best price” prescription drug bills offered by Rep.
Rufus Jones of
Neil works across the street from
me, at Buckeye Cellulose, and we see each other regularly at meetings of
several organizations we support and help lead. I was proud to see his
leadership and government relations expertise rewarded by his election. Between
the two of us, we now lead the two largest business advocacy organizations in
I drove back to
March 11-12, 1994 – To
I flew from Memphis on a
chartered LearJet to the Chattanooga airport then rode in a car to our nearby
Dr. Scholll’s plant in Cleveland, TN. With me on the plane were Ed McManic,
Senior Vice President of Operations for Schering-Plough HealthCare Products,
who is the highest ranking company executive in
We stayed in the Marriott Hotel Downtown and enjoyed an elegant dinner that evening with our company’s president, Dave Collins; Brian Hufford, plant manager of our facility in Cleveland; a half-dozen of Hufford’s managers; and Chuck Jolly of Chattem, a smallish drug manufacturer in Chattanooga who was running for the U.S. Congress seat for the area.
We enjoyed a good dinner at the
hotel and talked about the presidency of LBJ, which turned out to be a
provocative subject for our group. The next day we treated Jolly to a tour of
90 Golf Rounds at
March 26-April 3, 1994 - To
Betty and I drove from
All in all, we had one of the most relaxing and enjoyable times of our visits that usually occur four times every year since we had bought on condo on the beach nearly a decade ago. I was especially pleased this year following the loss of 4 pounds. I attributed the needed weight loss to regular exercise and my all-seafood diet.
I alternated days spent playing
golf or riding bicycles with Betty. I actually had three, consecutive sub-90
rounds for the first time. I had been trying to achieve such consistency since
we started coming to
When not playing golf, l usually cycled about 10 miles in the bike lanes along the beach highway and in the State Park. Plus I walked two or three miles on the beach on those days.
During one walk down the beach in front of our condo we spotted a small school of porpoises swimming parallel to the beach.
All the exercise combined with a careful diet consisting of seafood and little carbs helped me feel great and sleep well. Betty and I look forward to our future retirement time when we can stay at the beach longer.
When not playing pretty good golf or exercising by walking or riding our bikes, we drove 30 or so miles to enjoy a drink at the Grand Hotel, a classy Marriott at nearby Fairhope, AL. Unfortunately, we got drenched by a surprise thunderstorm.
Fabulous Trip to Master’s Tournament with Casey
April 7-10, 1994 – To
Adding to my boundless admiration
of Dave Collins, the gifted executive and wonderful human being who was
president of my company, Schering-Plough HealthCare Products, was maybe the
greatest gift I could receive. It was my selection by him, with the approval of
my boss, as the awardee of a pair of coveted tickets to the annual Master’s
Golf Tournament at Augusta National Golf Club in
Nicholas awarded the hard-to-get
tickets to my company because our Tinactin brand of athlete’s foot medication
was one of the major television sponsors of his famed golf tournament, the
Memorial in his home of
My wife, Betty, had the chance to
go on the all-expense paid trip with me, but as the great loving mother she is,
demurred in favor of my taking our son with me to the famous tournament. Casey,
like me a fervent golfer, arranged to take off from his schoolwork at the
It turned out that this was the best father-and-son excursion that I could ever imagine. There were Casey and I at the most famous golf course in the world, watching the best golfers in the world play in ideal weather under picture-perfect conditions. Due to the Nicholas hospitality for his sponsors, Casey and I shared a very comfortable bedroom in a large, luxury home vacated by its owners as a favor to Nicholas.
Our base was 1 of 13 houses that Nicholas rents during Master’s Week. The going rate for such ranges from $2,500-to-$5,000 for the week of the tournament. The home we were in was very nice and had four bedrooms, 3 ½ bathrooms and a Colonial, brick architecture style.
Volunteer women who live nearby
came by the home in the mornings to cook gratis breakfast for the guests. A
Nicholas employee - who works for Golden Bear International of Muirfield Golf
Guests who wanted to play golf were granted privileges at no charge at a nearby country club. There were swanky cocktail parties with food served in the evenings to which guests like Casey and me were invited.
I found out that buyers desperate for tickets to the Masters were bidding $2,000 and up for badges like ours for the week. The badges – which Nicholas somehow obtains from retired golfers with lifetime privileges to the Masters – are supposedly the toughest tickets in sports.
Casey and I found the course at Augusta National – which we had been seeing on television for years – was glorious. It was absolutely perfectly manicured to the highest standard of beauty. Azaleas were in full bloom with a rainbow of reds, pinks and whites. We spent all day Friday on the course (we could have come in earlier for the practice rounds but due to my work load and Casey’s studies we delayed our arrival until the tournament was underway). We also spent parts of the opening day Thursday as well as Saturday and Sunday on the course.
For me, travel from
We made up for it on Friday, when we spent almost the entire day on the course during a coolish but sunny day. We got to see Jack Nicholas, Arnold Palmer, Raymond Floyd, Norman, Seve and virtually the entire pre-cut field. It was beyond great because not only did I see the world’s finest golfers I’d only viewed before on TV, but I had my golf-loving son with me. We enjoyed good vantage points from bleachers discretely placed between Holes No. 11 and 12 and also near No. 13 and No. 15. We also had some good standing views elsewhere.
We saw Payne Stewart drop two iron shots into the pond of water guarding Hole No. 15, where we also saw Greg Norman “suck” one ball back off the green into the pond.
Food offered for sale by
half-hidden kiosks and stands on the course was amazingly cheap. It was 75
cents for a Coke and $1.25 for a decent sandwich, a small fraction of what the
vendors seeking big profits charge for the same stuff at the Federal
Express-St. Jude Golf Tournament in
Given the difficulty of obtaining tickets to the Masters, Casey and I were among a mostly older crowd, who have been hanging onto renewable tickets obtained decades ago. It was a pleasure to see virtually all the “patrons” – as they are called – so respectful of the course, players and other patrons. We had been advised that even a single indiscretion on the part of a patron (like yelling an obscenity or jumping over a line) usually results in escort by the event’s security staff off the grounds for life.
We attended a fancy reception at a classic Southern mansion one evening. I kept quiet as my underage son accepted a couple of beers offered to all attendees. After all, he has grown up now and while not quite 21 he is a fine young man, as hard as that is for me to believe when in my mind’s eye my thoughts of him picture Casey from his days as a toddler, to when I taught him how to ride a bicycle to when I gave him lessons on rigging and sailing a small sailboat.
Casey and I played 18 holes of
golf for free as Jack Nicholas’ guests at Goshen Country Club the next day.
Compared to super-plush Augusta National,
We spent 4 ½ hours at the Master’s final round on Sunday, with most of our time stationed on a high mound behind Hole No. 7. That popular spot provided a great vantage point of the nearly impossible green with its slick slope. We also enjoyed several views of nearby approach and tee shots.
With the shadows getting longer,
Casey and I departed Augusta National for what we hope was not our last time
and drove back to
This trip – with undying thanks to Dave Collins who made it possible – was a memorable and wonderful experience for both Casey and me.
April 14-15, 1994 – To
I drove my Ford Taurus station wagon to
After lunch I drove 20 or so miles to Old Waverly Golf Club
That evening I attended a retirement roast and dinner at Old
Waverly for my former boss, Bill Sorrels/ He is a club member who lives in a
home adjacent to Hole No. 11. Bill had been the managing editor of The
Commercial Appeal in
The next day, I was still feeling a little droopy due to a
head cold, but tried to play 9 holes of golf. Unfortunately, a heavy rain
forced me off the course after only 1 hole. So I drove back to
To DC for Political Wing-Ding, Campus to See Casey
April 20-22, 1994 – To
I flew from
We got underway in
That evening the Chamber hosted a highly successful barbeque
reception on the Hill that my company sponsored. My pal Nick Vergos, owner of
the world-famous Rendezvous rib restaurant in Downtown Memphis, flew up to
cater the event. Among attendees to the coveted meal catered by the Rendezvous
were Secretary of Agriculture Mike Espy of
Later, I joined Dick Kinney, a Schering-Plough Corporate
Vice President and head of our
The next day, I drove a rental Avis car to
May 5-6, 1994 – To
I flew from
My boss, Dave Collins, is president of NDMA so I am afforded a large voice in Public Affairs Committee meetings.
At the meeting, I reluctantly voted to approve staffer Jack Waldon’s proposal to spend $1.3 million on a special insert about OTC drugs to be published by Reader’s Digest.
That evening, I had a fairly good swordfish dinner at the
low-cost Beefsteak Charlie’s Restaurant near my hotel and purchased a
half-priced ticket for $23.50 to see the comedy play “ Jackie Mason:
Politically Incorrect” at the Golden Theatre on Broadway. It had some funny
spots but would not rank among the finest Broadway performances I often enjoy
I swam laps in the
I had lunch in our office building with my deputy Melissa
Faber, who is in charge of our division’s Employee Communications and Employee
Activities then met with Senior Vice Presidents Rich Carlsen of Finance; John
Clayton of Scientific and Regulatory; and Fred Fritz of Footcare Marketing, who
all bought into my proposals for some employee communications matters. I later
flew home to
To Old Waverly With Tim, Curtis for Middling Golf
May 7, 1994 – To Old Waverly Golf Club,
I drove to Old Waverly with my friends Curtis Downs, a
fellow member of the club, which is one of the Top 100 ranked in the
We had a great day of golf. I shot a 42 on the front 9 and a 50 on the back 9 for a score of 92. There was a lot of afternoon sun remaining, so we went around for another 9 holes. I shot a pretty good 44 off the blue tees. Skies were mostly cloudy and we dodged a short shower. I congratulated myself for hitting the ball better than I had remembered ever hitting it on this course. Curtis, usually a golfer at least a few strokes better than me, struggled all day.
We drove back to
Don Holmes’ Basketball Coaching Tips for Casey
June 4, 1994 – To Old Waverly Golf Club,
Casey was home for the summer from the
During the three-hour drive from
Now that Casey is a young man who plays golf on the
June 30-July 10, 1994 – To
I drove to
Highpoints of our stay of just over a week in our condo on
the beach at
I put in quite a few hours working on my company-provided
laptop computer starting July 5, when my boss, Bob Raub, called me with the
news that our much admired company president, Dave Collins, had scheduled his
retirement. He also told me that Dave would be succeeded by Don Conklin, who
had been the top executive of Schering-Plough’s Pharmaceutical operations. I
had been around Don a few times and was familiar with his “tough guy”
reputation, making the prospects of a change in management from Dave’s “enlightened”
style foreboding. I felt bad for Dave, who has been an executive’s executive
and had fought too many losing battles at the corporate level. He came in under
a five-year contract, which sadly was not renewed upon expiration. He had been
one of the best, most enlightened and most brainy bosses (an honors grad of
Combined with some rain toward the end of our stay, the stress raised by the prospects of new management with uncertain direction in my company were not conducive to a good vacation. (My unease turned out to be well-founded as two years later I was forced out of the company where I had prospered and had reached the peak of my work advancement during my 12 years there.)
Aug. 12-15, 1994 – To
Betty and I took advantage of a deeply discounted,
promotional deal by a casino company to fly from
The getaway travel was on a chartered jet owned by Lakers Airways and our lodging was at the Grand Bahamas Princess, an OK hotel that was in need of a total refurbishing to island luxury standards. The golf course was nice but a little tight for my game, with the rough defined by impenetrable jungle growth. I managed to shoot only a 104 on the course thick with healthy turf and manicured greens.
Feeling some small obligation to gamble, I proceeded to drop
all the change I had in a strange slot machine device, losing 75 cents in the
hotel casino. We took a hotel shuttle bus to a nearby beach, which was decent
but the water was murky due to a recent storm offshore. We later took a $40
taxi tour around
With about zero interest in playing the casino’s slots or gaming tables, we ended up spending most of our time lazing around a picturesque hotel pool. It was an enjoyable getaway, but I doubt I’ll forget the assurances airplane staff gave us on the ride home concerning the importance of completing a hotel questionnaire. Being told that responses would not affect the later giveaway of a courtesy bag of souvenirs to everybody who filled out a questionnaire, I honestly wrote that I had gambled less than $5 while at the resort. I never did get a follow-up courtesy bag or even a thank-you letter.
‘Take Me Home, To
Sept. 3-5, 1994 – To
Searching for my to-date elusive family roots, I flew on
I stayed at a Hampton Inn in
My book, the 640-page “Nolan-Miller Family History,”
contains a longish chapter detailing my short time in
My journey to
To this day, I still have a few recollections of attending
the school. They include my napping on a small throw rug brought from home; the
sadness of having my pet turtle (acquired for me by my father at a turtle race)
disappear forever when he crawled under our two-story house as winter was
falling; seeing a strong man deliver a block of ice for our kitchen’s
refrigerator; one day going through the agony somehow making it home after
losing my bus fare money on a school playground; and the pain of waving goodbye
to some neighbor friends when driving away from our home for the long trip to
California when I was a young lad (nicknamed Buzzy) who never believed my
parents’ assurances that I would one day see my young friends again. I never
did see them, not even on my
But I luckily did retain a faded photo and handwritten book of classroom memories given me by the teacher of my kindergarten class. I sometimes wonder if the teacher and nice kids in the class were as fortunate as I have been in life and turned out OK. I hope so.
Sept. 8-9, 1994 – To
I flew to
A hotel concierge recommended that I dine at what turned out
to be a very mediocre restaurant on nearby
My business with NDMA completed, I flew home to
Craig had made the news recently. A devout member of the
To Virginia for President’s Cup, Casey’s Car Crash
Sept. 16-19, 1994 – To
I had purchased a pair of tickets to the inaugural edition
of the President’s Cup golf match. It was staged as a premier event to be held
in alternate years with the Ryder Cup between a team of
I flew from
Thankfully, Casey had been wearing a shoulder harness seat belt and was able to walk away from the wreck, which was judged a total loss by State Farm Insurance. However, he complained about a sore shoulder and said he had been badly frightened by the accident and was afraid he would die when the car careened off a guard rail and went airborne before landing on the farmland nose-first.
I picked up Casey and we went on to the golf tournament at
the classy Robert Trent Jones-designed golf club at
We followed team partners Loren Roberts and Corey Pavin for
several holes in a four-ball match they lost. Loren was in no mood to stand
still for a presentation to him I had planned with a member of his staff,
involving a Thank You plaque from the Mid-South Golf Association. The
association is a
Casey and I watched about 4 hours of top golf and paid steep prices at the tournament concessions. Lunch of not much quality or quantity came to $17.50. We left fairly early in the day but were confronted with a terrible tie-up in traffic on the country roads coming out of the venue.
Back at the Ramada Inn, Casey passed blood in his urine. So
we dropped our dinner plans and drove 2 ½ hours to the
It resulted in a long, worrisome night for Casey, me and
Betty (Casey’s anxious mother back in
We arose at the Days Inn about 9:30 a.m. and called a local State Farm agent to get the insurance claim in the works. I took Casey grocery shopping since he will be without wheels for a while. We visited his apartment and roommate, Will Matthews, and Casey gave me a short tour of the UVA campus. We had lunch at the university cafeteria then drove to Culpeper to take photos of the wreck site and stored wreck of his car, a red Probe I had given him as a present upon his completion of Eagle rank in the Boy Scouts a couple of years ago. His car had been a beauty he was proud to have.
Due to the rush of trying to get things back on track
following a horrendous accident, Casey and I decided to pass on returning to
the golf tournament. But we did make a quick visit to the great
Casey and I dined at a Red Lobster restaurant and slept at
the Manassas Ramada Inn. I flew on Delta back to
Playing Santa Claus with Golf Clubs at Old Waverly
Oct. 9, 1994 – To Old Waverly Golf Club,
I drove to Old Waverly with my golfing pal Thurman Glass, a former Memphis Publinx Tournament champion who is a line supervisor at Schering-Plough HealthCare Products, and a fellow admirer of his golf skills, Fletcher Couch. Fletcher is Director of Golf for the Memphis Park Commission, a city government agency and has known Thurman for years.
I had invited Calvin Vinson, chairman of the Mid-South Junior Golf Association, to join us for the excursion to Old Waverly. But he was a no-show at our highway meeting place and my call to him indicated that he was suffering from a cold.
Once at Old Waverly, I presented a $1,600 Schering-Plough
check to Fletcher so he could use our corporate contribution to purchase golf
clubs for poor kids. Mike Shannon, a very likable head pro who was leaving the
club to take a bigger job at a prestige club at
Similarly, I’ve found that whatever golf balls other players have lost that I happen to find are customarily “out-of-the-box” new balls with leading brand names. It seems that most golfers who pay the high prices to play Old Waverly don’t mess around with worn-out clubs or beat-up balls.
The weather was not the best, with occasional periods of misty rain. But the temperature was nice and a bit on the cool side, ideal for sweaters. I shot an 87 off the white tees. Fletcher obviously knew a whole lot more about golf course administration than playing as he shot about 100. Thurman as usual was in his own league, shooting an 80 off the championship tees.
We played another 9 holes and I shot a 47. It was a good day of golf with a couple of good guys who love the game. I had a great time and got home about 8:30 p.m.
Oct. 16-18, 1994 – To
I flew from
I had brought my portable Compaq laptop computer with me (which slides in and out of a desktop docking station back at my office) so I could draft a reorganization announcement with the help of Scott Schmeichel, my company’s Human Resource Director for Marketing Personnel. I met with him, my boss Senior Vice President Bob Raub and Melissa Faber, my deputy and Manager of Employee Communications, at the Schering-Plough HealthCare Products Headquarters in Liberty Corner, NJ on Monday morning.
After drafting an impending announcement about a coming realignment of Marketing staff and reporting relationships, I drove back to the Newark Airport Marriott, where I enjoyed an excellent dinner.
The next morning, I rode an exercise bike for 30 minutes in
the fitness center, lifted weights on a Universal machine and then caught the
11:40 a.m. flight back to
To Old Waverly &
Nov. 2-3, 1994 – To Old Waverly Golf Club,
I drove to Old Waverly and nearby
LaMar was interested in setting up an internship program at
It worked out that LaMar and MSU staff reached agreement on
the pay and terms of providing a Golf Management student at the university to
work as an intern at the
It was a pleasure talking to LaMar and getting to know him
during the three-hour drive to and from
Long Day at Old Waverly, with Scores of 93 and 98
Nov. 20, 1994 – To Old Waverly Golf Club,
I drove to Old Waverly with golfing buddy and fellow member Curtis Downs and his friend and client Lynn Aiken. We went down U.S. Highways 78 and 45 early to make our 9:40 a.m. tee time. I shot a 93 on the first 18 holes we played then went around the course a second time, shooting a 98 off the blue tees.
To Washington to Meet with Schering-Plough’s PAC
Dec. 12-14, 1994 – To
I flew from
I enjoyed a delightful dinner at the University Club with host Dick Kinney, a Corporate Vice President of Schering-Plough in charge of government relations; Paul Ehrlich of Scheriing-Plough’s Washington office; Russ Elliot, Vice President of Advertising for HeatlhCare Products and a member of the Schering-Plough Better Government Fund, a political action committee (PAC); and George Marootion, a Schering-Plough attorney for the PAC. Afterwards, Russ and I repaired to the Dubliner Pub for drinks.
The next day the PAC, upon which I serve, met at
Separately, I met with
Later, I had an emotion-wrenching visit to the recently
Good Weather for Golf at
Dec. 21-30, 1994 – To
I drove to
Casey and I played two rounds of golf at the State Park course. My best was a score of 91. His best was an 87.
We bicycled, walked on the winter beach and shopped for
kitchen utensils and replacement furniture made necessary by a leaky roof over
our condo on West Beach Blvd. We celebrated Christmas in
We drove to
The next day, Casey and I played golf at