Costa Mesa golf course at 15 years old in 1976. I was a sophomore at Edison High, rode a Honda MT125 motorcycle to school and work. On weekends I would get the carts ready for golfers, drag the driving range (yes, I was the guy you were aiming at in the cage ), and shagged dead carts at the end of the day.

The highlight of the job was looking for dead carts on the course at the end of the day. I usually did that in the carts, but on the slow days they would let me take the motorcycle out because I told them I could cover more ground quicker. They said stay off the greens and the tees and out of the sand traps and it's all good. We also used to fish in the lakes and had some pretty good luck.