Found Key Rio Rancho Golf Course

We return our golf cart.

The cart jockey is a tiny man wearing shorts, tennis shoes with big socks, a blue faded ball cap. There are four carts ahead of ours that he has to clean, toss trash, wipe down seats, check gas, and inspect. We use golf carts because they speed up our play and that, in theory, helps us score better.

At my feet is a small key with a number 3 on it. Barely visible, I pick it up, bend it, watch it spring back to its original position. It isn’t a real golf cart key because they are metal and a different shape.

I ask the little Irishman with blond hair pushing out from under the sides of his ball cap what my found key goes to?

He looks a moment while he wipes down a cart seat.

” That’s the key to the box of Forgotten Dreams. ”

There are many keys in this world. Keys to lock boxes, keys to offices and homes, keys to cars, keys to your heart.

All the dreams in the world aren’t much good if you forget where you put them.

As we head back to the car, I hear him whistling ” Danny  Boy. ”

I believe he has a box full of dreams under his bed that he opens frequently.

 

 

 

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