Joe and I were in our early twenties and were on vacation in Spain. One day we decided to walk for what seemed like 100 miles along the beach, we saw a golf course and decided to rent clubs and play a round. After several hours we were on the 2nd or 3rd hole and realised that the 10 day holiday was not enough time to finish the game so we headed back.
On the way back Joe said “instead of walking all that way along the beach we can cut across country, it will be a lot quicker.” This move was possibly the first of what Lee years later so aptly named “Tully Tours” On the way through rural Spain we encountered upon a small dog in a fenced yard. It of course barked at us and Joe began taunting it. ”That dog may bite” I said.
“That dog will never make it over that fence” said Joe….With that the dog made the jump of it’s life. Joe set off running, dog in chase snapping at his heels. Joe was wearing those khaki shorts that were so wide that when he walked his legs did not touch the edges, black socks and hiking boots. What a sight, the dog soon got bored and Joe was safe again. Many hours and miles later we returned to the hotel.
After that when Joe and I were together we used the words “that dog will never make it over that fence” as a Tully type murphy’s law.
Joe will live on in so many wonderful memories.