That Little White Ball

Imagine playing the same golf course just once a year. That's what we've been doing for the past twenty years. Four friends all going to Maine the same time each year and playing the same course.

Last year we never finished playing because the rain started on the fourth hole and by the sixth hole the sky simply opened up. We were soaked through and through.

Today, a dry sunny day albeit a breezy day, was perfect for golf. With the ocean as a backdrop the scene was perfect.

Sometimes it's not about the score or who had the most pars or the longest drive.

Sometimes it's about four friends --and a tradition.