Bill Seaver says, "Thanks, My father.!"

I was 8 yrs old when Dad first took me with him to the local public course where his foursome had a standing reservation (at dawn) on Sunday mornings. After I learned how to behave on the course, he cut down an old, rusty, hickory-shafted 5-iron for me to occasionally hit a ball into the green without holding up the group. That was the start of my love affair with the game of golf. I’m 90 now, still playing and bettering my age (from forward tees) now and then. Thanks Dad, for everything!

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