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Old Man And The Tee
Old Man And The Tee

Golf doesn’t exactly run in my family, but that didn’t stop me.

Rick Bragg

I WILL NEVER forget the look of utter sadness on my big brother’s face.

It was fall 2001. I had just opened the trunk of my car. You should never open the trunk of your car with witnesses standing nearby. There could be just about anything in there. “What’s that?” he asked, pointing an accusing finger.

“They’re golf clubs,” I said in shame. 

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March 2018