It was a few weeks before I caddied with an appendicitis.

My Irish taskmaster mom was the original Company Gunny.

The Larkin children always finished the school year with zero sick days.

So a couple weeks after caddying for Charlie, I woke up with a high fever and sharp stomach pains. Mom told me to walk it off.

So I rode my bike to the club, caddied 18 holes, and returned home. Symptoms worsened.

24 hours later, my appendix was removed. Gangrene oozing naturally.

I survived.