I've mentioned that my brother Jay Dixon was a good golfer at a young age. And that he was a pretty fair little leaguer. But I forgot to mention his soldiering.
The tee shot is on the first hole, "Porch", at our home on Alexandria Pike. Notice the proper golf attire. That's me caddying. You can't see the strike zone outlined in the grout on the wall behind him. That came later. We all practiced our pitching skills on the front porch with a rubber baseball.
Jay practices his batting skills in the backyard of my mom's parents, Ralph and Bess Wellons. We always hit toward the pool and away from the house (and windows). The house behind him is that of my mom's cousin, Lou Canaday. Mom and Lou are "double cousins" and looked quite a bit alike.
Jay stands at attention on the back porch of the Wellons home on East Eighth Street, a few blocks from the the bypass. Mammaw Wellons is duly impressed. Or maybe worried about the guard having to wee-wee?
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