Quite a few actually, but one in particular.
It was a misty, damp May morning when I first drove into the Merion parking lot the day before the now defunct Wilson..
As I stood on that marvelous first tee, the damp misty rain craeting a somewhat feeling of home.
Upon crossing the street, the layer of mist was just sitting in the valley that lies in the dip in front of number 3 green and number two fairway...it was as eerie as it was beautiful...what followd was the introduction to a golf course unlike any other...I love Merion!