The Best In Golf

I miss the mornings in the summer when my dad would wake me up at O-dark-thirty to take me to the golf course. He was an Old Pro and the golf coach at Cornell University as many know, and his day started the same for as long as I can remember.

Wake up at 5:30 and be in the shop by 6. Do your paperwork, and it was really paper then…leave the shop at roughly 8:00 for downtown to deposit yesterdays receipts..then the payoff.

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Breakfast at The Home Dairy in Ithaca, New York consisted of a hard roll, made on the premises of course, and coffee for him…a cinnamon roll (unbranded) and the coldest whole milk in the land for me.

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He walked so fast I had to run to keep up.