The ides of March. Caesar falls into history, and here in Utah it is the time when one can snow ski one day, and golf the next.

Which is one reason why I love getting spontaneous texts from my Pa in the morning, asking me to skip out for a couple hours and hit the links.
It’s funny that a simple game can bring together a father and son. Times that I cherish. It was 10 years ago that Pa called me up and told me of a sale on clubs, and basically forced me into buying a set. I still have the same set to this day, complete with vintage vinyl bag, which I know will one day be worth a fortune.

As the two of us walked and talked, I thought, how many more times like this will there be….
but at least I had today.

Wench, bring my ale, what say you?

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