Getting ready to go on and play some solo piano music as a country club entertainer in about two hours. I’m at a members only club for their final entertainment event before they shut down for renovations for a couple weeks.
Winter time is always a little slower up here in the Midwest for country club entertainment. The golf course is pretty much frozen. Many of the members do their snow bird impressions and fly down to Florida or out to California.
I perform a distinctly different kind of show when I’m a country club entertainer. Tonight will be a fair amount of comedy music. I’ll sprinkle in some standards from Frank and Tony. Then as the party gets rolling people will be dancing.and singing along. It’s always a lot of fun.
I’m a country club brat myself. Our parents had a membership when we were growing up so I figured out what the membership number was and signed for as many ice cream sandwiches and cheeseburgers as I could at the snack bar. I would do this all summer long racking up huge bills that would drive the old man nuts. Since he managed to instill a work ethic in us from a very early age, I quickly found ways to add to my own buying power instead of just signing the member number.
I was able to get employment not too far away. I simply walked down to the caddy shack and signed up. It was kind of a drag actually. But I said I was motivated. The thing is we had to get there early. Sometimes before sunrise. I wasn’t always able to talk my folks into giving me a ride, so I rode my bicycle.
So I became a caddy along with my brother Tim. Man we made some scratch. But not right away. We had to work our way up and it took 3 or 4 years before that happened. So we worked the system from reverse. We found out who the good loops were and let them know we were in the shack now. “Be sure to ask for us!” was our mantra.
It worked. We started getting loops ahead of the other caddies in our level. Plus we offered to work extra hours in the pro shop. This allowed us to meet the members up front and personal.
Word got around about those Gillogly Brudders. I don’t know if it made Dad proud or not. He took his parenting very seriously which meant he didn’t let on what he was thinking to his sons very often.
But I’m sure he heard what were up to. We got some good scratch together over those years in the mid-70s. Long hot summer days at the country club.
Tonight will be one frosty night instead.
Tonight I get to venture into that world again. I am looking forward to it.
P.S. I think it might be safe to say the rules were changed soon after disallowing members’ kids to caddy.