Growing up in Atlanta,
Georgia, I learned a strong
work ethic from my mother.
At nine years old, I was washing dishes, mowing the lawn, and
cleaning my mother’s car. My dad
worked long hours and was only around on Sundays. So I was my mom’s little helper. She worked
full time but was always there for
school stuff, PTA, Booster Club, and
my ball games. So I was there for
her and helped anyway I needed to
around the house.
My college tuition was paid by my parents; but I had to work for housing, meals, and spending money. I went to work for the college maintenance department.
One day my supervisor told me, “Steve, you need to apply for the
bartending job at the country club in
town.” He knew the manager and
was trying to help me. “But I have
never been a bartender!” I replied. “It doesn’t matter, they will train
you – it’s not that hard.” At twenty one years old, I became one of three
bartenders at the local country club
in my college town of West Georgia
College, Sunset Hills Country Club.
I enjoyed serving members, listening
to their stories, and working in an
environment of nice people. This club, mind you, was very diverse. Not only doctors and lawyers were
members, but some blue collar
workers were members as well.
The members took a real liking to
me – I was efficient, remembered
their names and what they liked to
drink. They could also see how neat
and tidy I kept the bar! In a year
and half, the manager who hired me,
Harold Drennon, went to work with
Club Corporation of America. His assistant became the manager and I
became his assistant. I was learning
the club business, still taking classes, bought my first car, and life was
good. A couple of years passed
and Harold called me. “I want you
to come to work for me and get in
the manager’s training program
with CCA (Club Corp). To read more CLICK HERE