Editor’s Note: Unlike the rest of the media — national, regional, local, electronic, and print or the lack thereof — the intrepid Red Crow News staff opted not to add to the possible strain on local first responders by remaining safely indoors. Vigilant but out of harm’s way. Once the all-clear signal was received, Red Crow’s own David Scribner headed to the links just in case.
By David Scribner
August 29. 2011
In Stockbridge this Sunday, not everyone was hunkered down in their survival bunkers during The Hurricane Diablo named Irene that courted the Berkshires with windsong and a swirling curtain of rain.
No indeed, some played in the rain, enjoying its warm wetness as if in a natural shower. Some strolled along Main Street, gawking at the Housatonic overflowing its banks, making a churning lake out of the Stockbridge golf course. Only the backs of benches, peeking above the torrent, indicated the location of submerged tees.
And others played through.
Jean Rousseau Plays Through Irene at Stockbridge MA Golf Course
Like Jean Rousseau of Glendale. Retrieving his golf clubs from an inundated club house, he paused, in the misty rain. He regarded the tee, a green island. He took off his golf shoes and dark blue socks. He pulled his driver out of his bag, fetched a ball and tee from the pocket of his white pants. He sloshed through the foaming current to tee up one last shot — barefoot. It wasn’t bad, considering the conditions. He had blasted a drive several hundred yards into the brown water that a day earlier had been a manicured green fairway.
Jean Rousseau: On The Brown/Green/Blue in Two - Golfing with Irene at Stockbridge, MA
Satisfied, he slipped his driver into his bag and went home.