One of the worst things about aging (let me know if you can think of any good things) is people you know pass away. News from the East is often scary, today one of my inspirations and mentors, Bruce Harper called to say that Ron Babock had passed away. I first met Ron when he was assistant, then Head Pro, at Gravenhurst’s Muskoka Sands Golf Club. He worked in the Post Office in the winters, except one year he took a month off.
One of my greatest memories was when John Dudley, Gary Maue , myself and Ron went to Tomoka Oaks in Daytona Beach, for a month. We had to pool our money, after joining the course for a month we had just enough to buy a box Kraft Dinner every day, and a few Millers. It was 23 cents a box, the milk was extra. Ron found out Gary Maue had been collecting the deposit on our milk jug the third week, that’s how he could get a hotdog between rounds! 36 holes a day, then Kraft dinner (and a beer) then 36 the next day – perfect! On the way home I was driving Ron’s Pontiac 409 around Washington DC when I said I didn’t think his car was very powerful. That’s when he noticed I was driving 80 miles an hour in Low Range! Lots of oil spatter. When we got to the bridge to Canada we had to check every pocket to pay the toll! Ron never let me forget driving his car in low range, every time we saw each other over the next 40 years that’s the first thing he talked about!
I wish that I’d been around to join the fayazuking hayazarp, Ron and the good guys every week at Frank Whibley’s World of Golf in Orillia. Ron, look up Moe and Al, and save a spot for me. RON BABOCK, we miss you already. Sorry about the car!