No, folks, that’s not a strange, eastern European way of saying “Miller Time”. I guess the only way to explain it is a brief history lesson: Back in 2006 I was wrestling with a typically parental problem. One son had long since moved his family out of the area for professional reasons. A second son was making comments about moving, and a couple of grandchildren were talking about college and beyond. My family was spreading away from me, and for well-justified reasons that I had no right to challenge.
And all of this left me searching for a way to hang on – at least once-a-year – to those I was losing. Sure, visiting was always in the plans, and trips are constantly in the works. But there needed to be (HAD to be in my mind) a way to get all of us together as a group. We needed a draw that made all return to a single spot at the same time for a truly “family” moment each year. What I decided on was a golf outing – well, more than that, a must attend golf function. We would hold an annual “Championship of the Universe” ( open to any family member and any alien life for able to control and utilize human golf equipment) under the direction and supervision of our own golf association.
And with that decision we formed the KFBGA: An association named for myself (Katarzynski), my children’s last name (Fleming) and my daughter and her boys (Beaumont), hence “The KFBGA” Our trophy, then. would be named by a combination of the member names: The Kflembeauski Cup, with a silent K.
Now, the reason all this is important right now is that this is May. Summer plans and vacations are already filling calendars, and we have yet to pick a date for this year’s competition. I realize that most of my readers are KFBGA members, but they also need reminders that time is short. We have eligible participants living in Pittsburgh, Pa., Sylvania and Findley , Oh., Simpsonville, S.C., and soon in Seattle, Wa. We must somehow coordinate schedules and pick a location and date for the championship, which is usually contested in late July or early August.
I admit I’ve seen each of the people involved this year, but the group is a different thing. The way we interact as a whole, the way our relationships blossom and renew each time we’re all together: That is why there’s a Kflembeauski Cup each year and that is why time is of the essence. I know full well that many readers have families that are far apart and have successfully kept in touch, but “in touch” simply won’t do it for this group. To this young family that lost a father much too soon in life, and for me, the second “dad” to show up, only the group being together, with kids and grandkids and now great grandkids all at once can fill the need.
It is, indeed, Kflembeauski time.