Somewhere between locating my third lost ball and his second lost ball on the first six holes… Larry said to me, “We should have a Dave Beach Golf Tournament”. Now, what he actually said was, “We should have a Dave Beach Memorial Golf Tournament”. I kind of thought we should select a little different name - at least at this time.  We didn't really need any better reason to start this activity, but it occurred that we could also make it benefit something and Diabetes research seemed most appropriate.

       Well, that was all so long ago now.

       During the months that have since passed, with all the planning, organizing and waiting AND worrying, it all seemed to be so far in the future. And, it seemed as though it would never really happen. But, Larry through it all, kept after a lot of the old friends from our past and a few more recent ones.  I am amazed, happy, and proud to report that the first Dave Beach (Annual not Memorial) Golf Tournament went off without a hitch last Wednesday, September 13, 2000.

       I would like to use this cyber-instrument to thank all those who helped make this Tournament a successful first of many (I hope).  My sincere thanks and gratitude to the entire professionally managed BWRC organization, and specifically to the BWRC Golf Pros and personnel, the Catering and Food services, and, of course to all of the participant's (our friends) for making it a wonderful day.

       And, a big THANK YOU to  Larry.  This “outrageous” idea would never have gotten off the ground without his enthusiasm and conviction that it COULD be done and for providing mich of the necessary hard work to make it happen..

One lovely morning, Dave and Larry were out golfing. Dave slices his ball deep into a wooded ravine. He grabs his 8-iron and proceeds down the embankment into the ravine in search of his ball. Dave searches diligently through the thick underbrush and suddenly he spots something shiny. As he gets closer, he realizes that the shiny object is in fact an 8-iron in the hands of a skeleton lying near an old golf ball. Dave excitedly calls out to his golfing partner: “Hey Larry, come here, I got big trouble down here.” Larry comes running over to the edge of the ravine and calls out, “What's the matter Dave?” Dave shouts back in a nervous voice, “Throw me my 7-iron! Looks like you can't get out of here with an 8-iron.”