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Makes me wish my youth contained multitasking bookie bosses and more Italian american vulgarity.

I'm now curious how you acquired this job. If you suspected your father didn't even know where the country club was, did you come by the job via friends? Via your own initiative? Some other kind of connection?

I really enjoyed reading this. It had a William Caddis feel.

It wasn't really hard to get a job as a caddy. The club was always looking for warm bodies. You just showed up and sat around. In the afternoon most caddies would be out on the course, so Tony would take a chance on whoever was sitting there. Usually you would start with nine holes. In my case my friend's father knew Tony. He started working there, then told the rest of us about it. We all went to the same small Catholic elementary school.

Writing this up has had me thinking about those days again. I forgot to mention other quirky characters. The stories are coming back to me. I have to compare notes with one of my friends, who I still see regularly.

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Stan the caddy

I had no idea about the history of Gardena which today is a Korean enclave

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