The Connection Bernards Ridge Edition Feb-Mar 2020

Charming Chester 87 Main St., Chester • Fri. 12pm-6pm, Sat. 11am-6pm, Sun. 11am-5pm CLIP & USE State of NJ Registered Auto Body Repair Facility License # 00975A Hours: Mon.-Fri. 8am - 5pm 908-879-7174 Fax: 908-879-8094 144 North Road Chester, NJ 07930 I’m in a group of 18 retired guys that try to play golf together on Wednesdays and Fridays from May through October at a club in New Jersey. We exchange e-mails on weekends to see who will be able to make it. Then we reserve tee times for the upcoming week, which is usually for about a dozen of us, or 3 foursomes. We play in the morning and fol- low with lunch. Because the club restaurant is crowded mid-day and we are generally a large group, we place our lunch orders in advance with the expected time that we will come off the course. The restaurant sets a table and places each of our orders on the table in no particular order. When the foursomes come off the course, we find our lunch and sit down at that spot. Several of the guys in the group are snowbirds, spending their win- ters in Florida. One of them met another snowbird, named Jay, and suggested we bring him into our group for the next season. We did and he fit in well. Jay ended up in the same four- some with me for three or four of the 50 or so rounds we played dur- ing the spring and summer. It was one of the last rounds in the season when Jay and I were matched in the first of the foursomes. After we finished our round, Jay and I were the first ones to the long lunch table for our group. Our lunches just happened to be placed across from one another. We sat down and Jay asked about my con- nection with Jersey City, which he had heard about from one of the other guys in the group at some point over the summer. We both were born in Margaret Hague hospi- tal. I told him that I worked in Jersey City. We started a back and forth with “do you know so and so?” As we started lunch, I mentioned a friend of mine, Kenny. Jay asked, “How do you know him?” I replied, “I was friendly with him as a kid spending summers in Belmar,” and added, “his family stayed in Max Granof’s rooming house as did the family of my now brother in law.” Jay said, “My family also lived in that house during the summer.” Turns out my friend Kenny lived next door to Jay. We finally figured out that we played together as kids for five or six years over fifty years ago, but never knew one another’s last name. Note - As Bruce conveyed this story to me, I remembered a play I saw years ago, The Bald Soprano, written by Eugene Ionesco, which premiered in France in 1950. It was characterized as ‘theater of the absurd’ with a plot, like Bruce and Jay, that centers around two strangers discovering their close con- nection in an evolving conversation. IT HAPPENED ON THE 19TH HOLE The following story was reported by Bruce Cozewith Never. Ask. Again. doglove20 Wifi password embroidered on pillows Adds color to your room, helpful advice for guests Great for home, office, waiting rooms, vacation homes wifionpillows.com PAGE 52 theconnectionsnj.com