As a high school kid I was a standard bearer at a U.S. Senior Open - one of those kids carrying around the sign with players names and scores.
I was in a group with Jim Dent and Dale Douglass. Dale was classy and Dent was a force of personality. It was July and there was a backup on the par-3 6th tee. A marshall signalled me to have a seat on a bench on the tee.
The group behind had Chi Chi in it. He sat right next to me and slapped my knee and immediately struck up a conversation. How was I doing? Was I from there? Did I play? And then, "How are you holding up?"
"Hanging in there."
"Good, good," Chi Chi said. "It's a hot one today, and I think you got it worse than all of us. We just have to play golf. You've got to carry that ****in' sign."
I'll never forget laughing with Chi Chi Rodriguez. I imagine if anyone was watching, they'd be wondering what we were talking about.
Later in the round, our group and the others around us are pulled into a trailer to ride out a storm. We got in first, then Lee Trevino's group, and Chi Chi's. Among other things, Trevino starts telling lightning stories, and Dent was animated. Chi Chi, at one point, looks at me and says, "Ah, you got another break, kid."
RIP.