"Hey!" he hollered to a clubhouse worker. "People drop F-bombs around Charlie Ruud all the time, don't they? He doesn't care, does he?"Later, Ruud laughed hard as that conversation was recounted.
"It's not my job to judge people," he said. "That's for God to do."
My knuckles would have been so much better off if Sister Theresa had felt that way back in grade school.
