July 25, 2012 at 12:06 pm

One summer a long time ago, I was playing a round with a friend on our local course in the woods. It was a weekday morning and we were grouped with an old guy about 93 years old. He rode in a cart, which was unusual then. He had a whole bag full of woods, with a putter, and that was really unusual. He was a grand old gentleman, and reminded us that golf is a game for a life time. He fell asleep on a bench at the third tee. We just let him sleep, and sent out a marshall to check on him. I will never forget that day, and what a wonderful spokesman he was for the sport.