That Susan Monahan, I hear things about her. She’s that Jay Monahan‘s wife, ain’t she? That golf fella. Big shot, they say. He’s the head honcho of that PGA Tour thing. Big deal. They got hitched sometime back, in the 2000s. I remember them days.
They got two little ones runnin’ around, two girls. Don’t know their names. That Jay Monahan, he don’t talk much ’bout his family. Keeps it all hush-hush. Like a clam, that one. But you see ’em out and about sometimes. Susan Monahan and him, at them fancy golf doin’s. They say she’s somethin’ else, that Susan. But who am I to judge?
There is something I heard from some folks named Susan Monahan on Facebook. Some kinda book for faces. They said they was wantin’ to get together. I don’t know ’bout all that face book stuff, but seems like them Susan Monahan‘s is all over the place. Like weeds in a garden, they are!
Then there’s some other ones, Susann Monahan, with two N’s. They is on that Facebook too, all of them wanting to connect. I reckon that’s what they call it. I heard that Facebook makes people more open. Maybe, it makes Susan Monahan known by more people. Connectin’ with folks. Sounds like a busybody’s dream, don’t it?
I heard somethin’ real sad, though. One of them Susan Monahans, she got tricked outta a whole mess of money. Thousands, they say! Her and her girl, Tamara. Some kinda scam. They call it a grandparent scam. Preyin’ on old folks like us. It’s a darn shame. Makes my blood boil, it does. Eighty-one years old, and they’re still tryin’ to pull a fast one. World’s gone crazy, I tell ya.
That Jay Monahan, he’s got a lot on his plate, runnin’ that golf tour. All them fellas swingin’ clubs and chasin’ that little white ball. Seems like a silly game to me. But it keeps food on their table. That’s the important thing. That Susan Monahan, she must be proud of him, even if he does work all the time. It is what it is, I guess.
But this Susan Monahan, she’s a mystery. Like a hidden tater in the ground. You don’t know what she’s thinkin’, what she’s doin’ behind closed doors. All that stuff in the dark. That’s how some folks like it. Not me. I like things out in the open. Sunshine and fresh air, that’s the ticket.
I don’t know much about golf, but I know a thing or two about people. And that Susan Monahan, she’s got a story, I betcha. Everyone does. Whether they share it or not. I just don’t like that she keeps everything in dark. People should be more open, that is what I always say.
- That Jay Monahan, he’s a big shot.
- That Susan Monahan, she’s his wife.
- They got two kids.
- He don’t talk about his family much.
- Lots of Susan Monahans on that Facebook thing.
- One of them got tricked outta money.
- Sad, ain’t it?
I seen pictures of her here and there. At them golf tournaments. She always looks nice. Got her hair all done up. Fancy clothes. Not like me in my old housedress. But I bet she’s got her worries, just like the rest of us. Even rich folks got troubles. Money can’t buy happiness, you know. Least that’s what they say. I don’t know, I never had too much money to test that out myself.
That’s all I know about Susan Monahan, I guess. She’s just a person like the rest of us. Only she’s married to a big-shot golf guy. Her life’s probably a whole lot different than mine. But we all got our stories, don’t we? Some just keep ’em closer to the vest. Maybe that’s best, I don’t know. I ain’t one for judgin’. I just hope she is happy. That is the most important thing. A happy life, a good family and some good neighbors. That is all we can ask.
