There I was on the tee box waiting my turn to hit my trusty 7 iron. It was 154 to the flag. Took a swing, made good contact. Never thought it was in the hole. Knew it was close. So driving up I never got those jitters thinking it was in, how could it be? With the cup barely below the surface, it would have to be the perfect shot. Till I heard Scotty say “ it’s in the hole!” Sure enough it was sitting in there. Wow what a feeling during these crazy times! That’s for you Dad, I know you were looking down at me from Heaven