There are wood benches just outside the clubhouse at the MacDonald Park golf course and Linwood Sexton, once a great athlete and forever a great man, planted himself at the one farthest north every day.
It could be 110 degrees or it could be 45 degrees. Didn’t matter.
There sat Linwood with an unlit cigar in his mouth, a flat cap on his head and a song, I’m sure, in his heart. He was that kind of guy.
Everywhere Linwood went — and he was literally everywhere, all the time — he brought joy. He made every person he interacted with feel special.