And I want it back.
As a young boy in the mid-1970’s, I played golf with friends at Hancock golf course in Austin. We played all the time. Someone would drop us off early in the morning, we’d play all day, and then someone would pick us up in the late afternoon.
One day the guy working the clubhouse noticed the putter in my bag. He wanted to buy it. Unbeknownst to me at the time, it was valuable.
It was an antique MacGregor putter. My grandfather was a PGA golf professional and I inherited it when he passed away. With that putter I was deadly good. It was incredible.
When I later came out of the clubhouse, it was gone. Fucker had stolen it, but I had no proof. The adult me would have beaten the shit out of him until he gave it back. The 11 year old me had no option, so I just had to brush it off.
Another day, this asswipe tried to setup private lessons with me and my buddy. We both declined. Years later, this asshole was arrested and convicted of diddling little boys, presumably found at Hancock while he worked there. He went to jail for awhile.
This guy might be dead. He might be alive and in jail. Or he might be alive and out of jail. If he’s alive, I want to track this guy down and find out what happened to my putter, even if it means visiting him in jail. I can’t remember his name or the year he was caught. Google searches proved fruitless. His first name might have been Bobby. He was caught somewhere between the years 1978-1995. There were Austin American Statesman news stories about it. That’s how I found out originally.
If anyone can help me figure out who this guys was, I will chronicle my putter revenge tour here on Surly, and forever be in your debt.
Edit: this is all allegedly.