Lee Cotter, I love you & miss you. You, brother Bill & Murray Boyd taught me how to play golf. We were the "rabbit" (first ones off) every day for many years at Heather Ridge Country Club. I'll always remember hitting a good drive with the "gear effect" you spoke of. I hope you didn't see us look at each other (wink with tongue in cheek) when you said that. After we finished playing, I felt like I had just been to church, except for a couple of times.
I'll never forget the great trip we took down in southern Colorado. We got to play one of the last rounds at the Great Sand Dunes golf course before it was closed. Remember, we saw 1,011 elk coming off the mountain that morning, the first day of hunting season.
And learning to play the Mexican Train was a treat. We always looked forward to the fellowship with the 6 of us getting together to play. I’m sure none of us will ever forget that fried noodle dinner you cooked for us. I’m so glad you made the “Birds Eye Maple” Mexican Train starter piece that we all signed. I cherish that.
Lee, I am a better & more spiritual person because you & Bill were in my life. You taught me a lot. I wish it had been longer but I look forward to teeing it up with you up at those gorgeous golf courses in heaven soon. Thank you for all the great memories.
Errol Rowland 303-337-3458