My parents, 89 and 90, drove up from NY to Maine for my younger son's high school graduation. The day before graduation, my boys, my Dad, and I played at my dad's favorite local course. After the front nine,the boys went off to be with their buddies, leaving my dad and I to play the back nine alone. We play for a dollar nassau and dad now hits from the red tees, while I play the whites or the blues and give him a stroke a hole. The match was still alive when we got to the short par 3 15th hole. The pin was to the right and up front, about 130 yards, when I hit my 9 iron a little thin and got to watch it hit the green, release, and roll into the cup. Dad's vision didn't let him see it, but when I told him it went in, he said, "I can still win the hole if I hit a hole in one also". He didn't, and he didn't hole out from the bunker for a half, but after he putted out, he did remind me that I only had "4 more to catch up to him." A great memory for both of us, and a fine story for my first hole in one, after 20 years of playing the game.