Confederate Gold and Silver by Peter F. Warren Page A

canopy had been built to house twelve vehicles or boats underneath it. Currently it protected a combination of eight boats and campers, and one large recreational vehicle, from the sun and other elements. Shapiro’s had surveillance cameras mounted around the storage facility and the secured parking lot. He was pleased to have been assigned his own electronic pass code for 24 hour access to the facility. After thoroughly cleaning the boat, Paul towed it to Shapiro’s and parked it in his designated spot under the canopy. The owner of the storage facility, Ed Shapiro, a retired cop from Clinton, New Jersey, had given him a special ‘cops’ discount when he had signed the six month rental agreement.
    After parking the boat and trailer under the canopy, Paul drove up to Bonner’s Discount Carpet located on Highway 17 in Murrells Inlet. There he picked up a large roll of indoor/outdoor carpet so he could replace the boat’s torn and ripped deck carpeting. The same carpeting Chubby had bragged about having his romantic adventures on. Just the thought of those occasions occurring was enough of a reason to replace the old carpeting. Over the course of the next two days, the old carpeting was ripped up and replaced with the nice new green colored carpeting.
    After he finished that chore, Paul took the stencils he had purchased at a nearby arts and crafts store and taped them to the side walls of the pontoon boat. Carefully he painted ‘Donna Lynn’ in navy blue lettering on each side wall. For letting him fulfill his dream of moving to South Carolina, he figured the least he could do was to name his boat after his wife. Finishing up his stenciling job, he gathered up his tools and prepared to head home. He had to meet Willie at The Links later in the afternoon and he had just enough time to get home to get cleaned up. Before leaving the storage facility, he again took a moment to take a look at the ‘Donna Lynn’ he had painted on the boat’s side walls. He couldn’t wait to take Donna out on the Waccamaw River.
    Just before 5 pm Paul arrived in Pawleys Island to meet with Willie Tegeler, the PGA Golf Professional at The Links Golf Club. Steve had previously told him The Links sat alongside the Waccamaw River and had been built on the site of a former rice plantation. As he drove down the long driveway towards the clubhouse, a driveway which ran between the perfectly manicured first and tenth fairways, it was easy to see why the golf course was so highly rated as a great golf facility. Even while driving down the driveway it was easy to see how lush the fairways were. The myriad of colorful flowers in several different flower beds gave the impression they were as well maintained as the fairways were. The Spanish moss hanging from the large Southern Live Oak trees, which lined the length of the mile long driveway, gave Paul the impression he was visiting a special place. The view of the golf course was spectacular.
    Parking his car in the parking lot near the Pro Shop, Paul walked inside to meet Willie. As he entered the clubhouse, Willie Tegeler, fairly tall and slender in his stature, was just coming down the hallway from the clubhouse’s Bogie Free Grill Room when he saw Paul. “If you’re Paul Waring, you’re looking for me, I’m Willie,” extending his right hand to shake hands with Paul. “Thanks for coming in to see me. Steve told me how you helped him with the flat tire the other day and also told me about your recent move down here. He also told me he wanted to repay you for your help by giving you a part-time job so you could play some free golf at our great course. So if the boss says to make it happen, let’s do it. Come to think of it, Steve even told me he sold you an old boat. Boy, you two must have really hit it off.”
    Paul started by thanking Willie for his time and then acknowledged the points he had brought up. “Yeah, I guess by performing a simple act of kindness you can say I have made a new