My Mom and Dad lived in Muskegon, Michigan. Dad was a Lutheran pastor. My son wanted him to baptize his firstborn. His family drove from Minnesota, and my wife and I drove from MD for the special day. Dad had turned 92 and was not doing well. After the baptism, Dad said he wanted to play golf one more time. I didn't think he could pull it off, so I suggested that we just go hit some balls. Dad didn't belong anywhere, so I called Muskegon CC and asked if we could use the practice tee. No problem. Three months later, Dad died. For my son and me it is a special memory.
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