If intensity, fervor, and dedication were fossil fuels, J.C. Cunningham would be the Alberta Oil Sands.
Never in the 11 years that I shared his work space did I ever see him relax or take a moment for granted. So hard wired was his work ethic that even when we were in our cups, dressed like hobos, and watching the sun set at a 2 star hotel in Florida, he would lazily swivel his head, stare me straight in the forehead and say
Hey.Hey!!…what if we tried. And he was off to the races
Rarely in my life have a met someone more driven, more focused, and more aware of his place in the world than the man form Uxbridge. When I first met J.C. he had been at Angus Glen for a little less than a year, shuttling between a lucrative bartending job at the local Jack Astor`s and doing semi-grunt work for a fledgling Angus Glen.
The first week I was at Angus I asked him point blank why he wouldn`t stay with bartending and shelve the low pay-early start-long hours of the glamorous world of golf. This was.how you sayinsulting to a man who I would come to know and respect for his perseverance and singularity of purpose. He was not at this grass-clad Grand Central Station to start small and stay small.and he didn`t. He rose to be General Manager of the most successful public course of its generation.and he did it despite owning the golf swing of arthritic giraffe.
He has left Angus Glen to apply his entrepreneurial drive to projects of his own creation and vision. I am happy for him, I feel privileged to still call him my friend, and I hope one day soon when the world breaks the right way for himI will be there to ride on the yacht.
