Many years ago I played golf pretty well, shooting in eighties most of the time, and a hand full of rounds in the seventies. I scored a 73 on a par 72 course once. I started playing at age 10, on a U.S. Army constructed golf course in the Augsburg, Germany area. My father was an Army Infantryman/Paratrooper. I used his clubs and roughly remember shooting about 100 for 9 holes. Ha! I continued my interest in golf, played on my Bloomington, Indiana hi g h school golf team until my father was assigned to Ft. Meade, MD. The point is I kept playing golf, maybe two to three times a week. I never played enough to be consistent, but got pretty good over the years. I did not play a lot when I was in college at Indiana University, but always played with my dad when I went home. He lived in San Jose, CA when he retired in 1967. I went into the Air Force in 1970, and played my best golf for the next ten years or so. When I retired from the Air Force in 1992 I stopped playing golf because I had a wife and two daughters to take care of. I was too busy to take a day or two off for golf. I played a scramble tournament or two, but essentially played no golf. In 2014, Raytheon Company invited me to "retire," so I retired from all work after 44 years. The day after being retired, I played 9 holes at the Patriot Golf course. It was time to have hobbies to keep me busy, and golf was the best hobby for me. My game needed a lot of work. My swing was awkward, I was stiff, and I have lumbar spinal stenosis which makes my swing inconsistent. On 24 August 2017, I decided to play eighteen holes. I walk with a pull cart, so playing eighteen is unusual. I am tired after 9. I played 9 holes from the blue tees for the first 9, and I was alone. I played good and bad, the usual inconsistency. After the first 9 I joined John and Paul, and that was a very serendipitous pairing. John is in my league for over 70s. Paul is 83. We played to hole 5, making it #14 for me. This is a par 3, 170-175 yards. The greens had been aerated and sanded heavily the day before. John and Paul were busy getting ready to hit their ball from the gold tees for over 70 men. I hit from white tees. I always use my Cleveland 3 wood, with senior shafts. The wind was behind me, and no doubt helped me carry the green with my fading tee shot. I did not see the ball hit the green or go in the hole. The sun was too bright and my eyes are not that good. I did see the trajectory of the ball and knew I covered the flag. When I got to the green I could not find my ball. I was getting frustrated as I have lost balls in open spaces before. I kept looking while John and Paul got ready to hit up to the green. Final, I went to the cup and looked. There it was, MY BALL at the bottom of the cup! I have photos! I can upload them in a future post if you want.