It’s always great to return to Kingston and my alma mater. It had been 40 years since I stepped foot on that city’s premier golf club, Cataraqui (“Cat” as we used to call it). Back then I was playing varsity golf for Queen’s and we managed to get in a couple rounds there during what was always a short, jam-packed fall golf season that lasted about six weeks.

The usual cool, wet conditions of late fall made for tough scoring conditions, and I distinctly remember my last game at Cat being in seven degree weather with stiff winds off Lake Ontario. My memories of university golf back then was how every tournament seemed to be a battle of the 75’s. The kind of scores that would be required to win provincial junior championships and invitationals in the heat of July ballooned to the survival of the fittest when we played university golf on 6,800 yards of The National GC in late October, with tuques on.

Last week I was a guest of Jessie, the head........

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