Horseshoes

Soccer had a low priority at the Annual Community Sports Recognition Banquet and most of the other coaches didn’t go so we always ended up at a table with the Horseshoe Club. Nice folk, but they were almost as old then as we are now, and we didn't have much in common other than the old joke that that close only counted in horseshoes and nuclear bombs. But on those warm summer evenings when I wasn’t coaching, I’d say hello as I walked the dogs past the horseshoe pitch and it's haze of cigarette smoke. These days. the pitch is neglected and I can’t help wondering if they're still alive and where they've gone.