Bingo's in Happier Days
An Open Letter to Mean Don:
Dear Mean Don,
Remember back before you were a killing machine, married to the US Army with War as your Mistress? Back when you were handing out golf clubs at Bingo's Miniature Golf, A Lomma Championship Course? All those hours spent perfecting your putt on Astroturf and plywood? Before the Big Miniature Golf Complex Boom of the 1990s?
Do you remember Mean Don? Back when they added Giffords Ice Cream and we used to tell you that you were Bingo Gifford? How you never let us eat free ice cream but you'd let us golf as long as we didn't play the last hole? Remember? Way before the ornamental trees overgrew the course and became the Bingo Gifford Memorial Forest where homeless people at last found a home, perhaps even inside the old Windmill? Of course you do.
That is why you ordered me out at 10 PM in the pouring rain to get pictures of it the night before they tore it down. Here ya go, Buddy.