The old Texaco Country Club, scene of hundreds of golf outings for the Hughes guys, was donated to the City of Houston yesterday. When John and Mark decided they wanted to play golf as teens, it provided a low-cost way for all of us to play, even though it was an hour drive each way. John took a haitus from golf for several years, but Mark and I played the Texaco course weekly for five or six years. It saw my only hole-in-one. And it saw Mark stun a rabbit 50 yards away with a low burner. Mark particularly liked the snack bar where he could get a boiled egg and a chocolate shake at the turn. Then there were the squirrels who would eat whatever was in the golf cart on the 10th tee. None of us have played there for ten years or so, but the flood of memories brought back by the news puts getting out there with the boys-now-men on my to-do list. Maybe they'll let me win just like in the good old days!