September 7, 2005
Mr. Crenshaw,
I missed the turn off Nebraska Highway 97 yesterday, but that's ok I wouldn't want your sign to be any bigger anyway. We drove our way, my brother and I, down that winding road to your little heaven. What a special place you have, and in our home state.
How did you do it? How did you find those holes out there? Better yet, what made you build them where you did? Certainly, you have a special talent for getting things done properly.
What did it look like, Ben, when you first saw that land? Did you see yourself hitting a wedge to that first green in the hill, or driving to the far off green past the bunker in front of the seventh green? Did you give it your all with the 3-wood like I did on the 13th into a 30-mph wind -- and still come up short? How much of that bunker did you want to cut off on the 16th?
Or, did you cut those prairie grasses down to the end and see all of the bumps and humps that God gave you like the impresssive greens at the second and third? Or the big speed slot that you can drive it in on the 14th?
These are things I wonder about. But, there could be more. The good Lord knows everything was right there waiting for you, you just had to find it. But, what a task that must be, I thought.
I hope you enjoyed your day, too. As we enjoyed our burger after the first round my brother, spoke up, "I'd recognize that follow through anywhere." Sure enough, there you were on the first tee. Inspecting your handiwork and having a little fun, I suppose.
Thank you, for the Sand Hills Golf Club. Thanks for being a part of a memory that will last a long time for us. And, thanks for making a golf course that is enjoyable to play.
Sincerely,
Tony Chapman
Grand Island, NE