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Friday, April 29, 2005


My father is a Jr. and I'm the III. Golf is a passion that has trickled down through the of which I am proud. Today is my father's 81st birthday and he gets frustrated when he tires after the front nine. I say, "Let's play 18. It's a fine day, no matter the score."

My dad is on his personal 16th hole. No time to give in, Dad. A birdie on the 18th hole has won many a match.

Thank you and Happy Birthday. That's a gimmie.

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