Written by Stephen F. Moloney Ray came barging out through the doors of the clubhouse and thundered down off the porch. He hadn’t felt this kind of fury in a long time – and it was most certainly not a happy reunion. In an effort to try and calm himself...
Written by Stephen F. Moloney “There he is!” said Travis, positively beaming with pride as Ray, finally, managed to guide Mustang through the throng of people gathered above the 18th who’d been fighting to get a picture with him or just a passing high-five. “C’mere, kiddo!” A smiling Mustang jogged...
Written by Stephen F. Moloney With the same boundless energy, Lola – who was already soaking wet – sprinted back towards the edge of the lake and leapt into the water in pursuit of her ball which Ray had, once again, flung in there for her to fetch. “Wow, so...
Written by Stephen F. Moloney “And, boy, did the two of ‘em deliver,” said Ray, still sounding as impressed all these years later as he was witnessing it unfold right before his eyes. “I mean, straight from the opening hole, you could just tell that this was gonna be one...
Written by Stephen F. Moloney “Alright, there you go …” said Jeanie, carefully placing a glass of soda down onto the table in front of Kiko. “One Diet Coke.” “Thank you,” replied Kiko, smiling politely. “You’re very welcome, honey,” said Jeanie, smiling warmly back as she wiped her hand off...
Written by Stephen F. Moloney “I dunno if it’s ‘cause I haven’t eaten anythin’ proper since last night …” said Travis, through a mouthful of food. “But this is quite possibly the nicest hotdog I’ve ever eaten.” “Yeah, they’ve always been pretty good here,” replied Ray, as he brought his...
Written by Stephen F. Moloney Of the eight editions of the Memorial Matchplay he’d been a part of in his time at the Creek, Ray had never seen anything quite like the scene which he was currently attempting to drink in at the 1st tee. Normally, on the very first...
Written by Stephen F. Moloney With another powerful swing of his shoulders, Mustang sent the head of his driver crunching into the back of the ball, launching it high out over the range so that the white of the ball stood out perfectly against the crystal clear blue sky overhead....
Written by Stephen F. Moloney In the hour or so they’d been above in the LaFleur Suite, Maggie was pleasantly surprised to find the weather had changed for the better when she and Ray stepped back through the front door and out onto the porch of the clubhouse. It was...
Written by Stephen F. Moloney “And if you need anything – and I mean anything – you call me, alright?” insisted Tess, as she continued to squeeze Mustang in a big bear hug. “I mean it, day or night.” “I will …” replied Mustang, using what little oxygen remained in...
Written by Stephen F. Moloney “And you’re sure she said it was down this way?” asked Travis, skeptically, raising his voice enough to be heard over the whine of the golf cart’s electric motor as he tightened his grip on the handle set into the roof above where he was...
Written by Stephen F. Moloney “Ah! There you are …” said Ray, sounding a touch irritated at the momentary panic he’d inflicted upon himself with the thought he’d lost it. “I knew I’d put you in here.” With that, he pulled out the key he’d gone rummaging for through the...