We have a neighborhood Sunday morning standing tee time at 6:05am, so we can play a quick nine holes and still make it to church on time. Typically anywhere from 4-8 people show up to play. This particular Sunday it looked like I would be the only one playing. I headed out to the first tee box, hit my drive, and started walking to my ball. Then I heard a voice calling my name, turned and saw the tardy neighbor asking me to wait for him. His name was Ken and he very rarely comes out to play with us Sunday mornings. Needless to say it was very fortuitous that Ken decided to show up that day, for little did we know what was about to transpire on the 7th hole. As we approached the 7th tee, I noticed that both the tees and pin placement were back making the hole a bit longer than usual at 195 yards. I stepped up and hit an easy 3 iron to the downhill green below. The ball bounced once in front of the green and after one final bounce on the green, rolled, curved and fell into the bottom of the cup. We yelled and cheered like a couple of school girls. I was sure thankful that Ken decided to come out that morning. There would be nothing worse in golf than to hit a hole-in-one without a witness and try to convince your friends for the rest of your life that you truly did attain that amazing feat. As we walked off the ninth green I looked at my watch and noticed that I had to rush off to church, as I was assisting minister that Sunday and could not be late. Needless to say I could not stay and revel in my rare accomplishment, nor could I even buy Ken a beer or coffee. In fact I didn't have time to let the golf course know what had happened, and it was the last time that I golfed those Sunday mornings at that course. Still, it was one of those most special moments in my life that I will remember forever.