Dave Morgan, RIP

David Morgan was one of the Monday group golfers. 

I met him a couple of years ago.  He was originally from Nova Scotia.  He had intended to make a career in the Canadian Navy.  I'd never given it any thought, but I guess with all that water around the country, a navy would useful.

But he found himself on a WWII vintage ship and it had a captain to match.  Bad ship, bad captain and Dave was out of the navy business.

He got a job with Dunn and Bradstreet in Halifax.  (That's the capital of Nova Scotia, which doesn't sound right to my memory, but all the other big cities in the province are less familiar.  We'll leave it at that.)

In the early 1960s Dave was transferred to Los Angeles.  I tell this story occasionally as I can't imagine a greater cultural change than to go from Nova Scotia to LA in the early 60s. 

He stayed in the business of business.  Lived in northern California a bit.  I'm not sure on all the details.  He played golf on all the city and local courses.

I asked him one time if there were any foods from NS that he missed.  He said that they had salted cod sent out at Christmas.  I think he has a sister still up there.

But he mentioned that the salted fish had become a delicacy and it was now too expensive for him!  It was a staple growing up and the hint was that poor folks would eat it.

About 10 years ago he became arthritic and it made it tough for him to get around.  But he played golf at least 3 times a week.

This morning we gathered for the usual Monday round and Dave was not there.  His son had called the pro shop and Dave had had a heart attack on Saturday and died.  It was unexpected.  Dave was the tall, lean body type that you don't expect them to die that way.

I will miss him.  He had a good sense of humor, was a good golfing friend, and had interesting stories to tell. 

Farewell Dave.  I hope you are in a place where the greens fees are low, the tees empty, and all of the greens are reachable.