Had I Only Dated the Weiner Mobile Driver

Speaking of regrets.

His name was Jimmy Hendrix (Hendricks?) I swear it. He was handsome and was studying to be an engineer. My friends contrived a “chance meeting”. He drove up in the Oscar Mayer Weiner Mobile. I did not get in.

I’d like to have seen the inside of that sweet sweet ride. But had I gone on that date I would’ve missed meeting The Husband who drove a not-at-all conspicuous Ford Explorer at the time.

Fast forward fifteen years and I decided as long as we were on the path to growing old together we should take up a common hobby in retirement. I could’ve chosen ornithology or cruising but I chose golf. I liked the clothes. It was only slightly problematic that I didn’t know how to golf.

I don’t know if I have an inner athlete. Growing up Jehovah’s Witness I was not permitted to participate in sports. Not that I didn’t try.

I tried out for cheerleader in the eighth grade— I liked the uniform. I lost out to Beth and Joanne—two hulking giants. Feeling sorry for me, Coach Henry let me join the basketball team. I remember the uniforms were Dijon gold with a royal blue ribbing. But I was 59 years old (literally, this morning) when I figured out what Coach Henry meant when he asked me to “set a screen”.

My best friend Lea Ann and I tried out for the track team in the ninth grade. When they asked if we wanted to run hurdles or relays we looked at each other and shrugged. I mean—what does that even mean? The coach let us be the equipment managers. We were in charge of setting up hurdles and looking badass in our terrycloth shorty-shorts jumpsuits.

When I secretly signed up for the bowling team in the tenth grade, I think I told my mom I had a 7th hour on Tuesdays and Thursdays or something equally deceitful.

The following year I enrolled in golf for my required Phys Ed credit entirely because I had a mad crush on David Newby who was on the golf team. I was halfway through the season and wearing kitten heel pumps and a red dress with an Empire waistline when the golf coach realized I didn’t even have clubs.

It wasn’t until nine years ago I really took up golf and have made what Coach Henry would deem “narrow improvement”. Last month I entered a golf tournament with my friend Sandy, and by celestial error, we won (Sandy won; I rode her coattails). Suddenly other girls at my club wanted to golf with me. I was getting congrats by text and in my email inbox, a couple of times glasses were raised to the “Champion!” All the while all my closest friends and literally anyone who has ever golfed with me knew that I was a fraudulent fraudy fraud. I haven’t been able to hit the side of a barn with a golf ball since then. Champion. You bet.

And bad mistakes

I’ve made a few

I’ve had my share of sand kicked in my face

but I’ve come through


I still haven’t found my inner athlete but I will keep trying. All because I want to have a common hobby with that Husband of mine. And of course the clothes.

That Weiner Mobile would’ve been something though, speaking of regrets.

But it’s been no bed of roses

No pleasure cruise

I consider it a challenge for the human race

But I ain’t gonna lose

And we mean to go on and on and on and on

We are the champions, my friends



  1. Have you ever wondered what your life would have been like, had you married the man in the Wienermobile? You would have to name your son Oscar.

    I had a lot of the JW experience, growing up also, as my mother was in an out of that religion. One year we’d have Christmas, and the next year we wouldn’t. I was not aware of any ban on sports, though. But that’s probably because I never tried out for any sports. I’m no golfer, so I’m sure you could out-golf me.

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    1. I often think about those bifurcations in life. My mom extrapolated from the doctrine that we shouldn’t be involved in competitive sports particularly the team sports that were more aggressive. I wouldn’t advise taking up golf unless you just hate yourself. Cheers!

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  2. I think you should consider Pickleball. As the other terrycloth shorty-short jumpsuit wearing “athlete” I have discovered horses in my late 50s. You however can pull off the more attractive tennis outfits that are found on the courts. Maybe even terrycloth. Love you!

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  3. Alison,

    Since I was there when we won the member/member, you are a good golfer and the second day was you !!

    I will play with you anytime girl.
    Your friend and golf buddy,

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  4. My golfing career started and stopped the day I was invited to an exclusive member’s club, took a hockey swipe at the ball and watched my divot go further than the ball. So, too, did the members at the bar in the clubhouse.

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  5. As much as I liked this post, it didn’t inspire me to think of something appropriate to say here….so I’ll take a swing at quoting someone else:

    “It is almost impossible to remember how tragic a place the world is when one is playing golf.” –Robert Lynd

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