May 10. A good friend of mine had the day off, so he suggested we go golfing, something we haven't done in years. Went to Campbell's Scottish Highlands, in Salem, NH, which is where I play the majority of my rounds. Went to the third hole, a par 3, 185 yard hole, that I always say a par is like a birdie. It always seems to play that hard. Joking, sarcastically, to the two guys we were paired with, I said, "This is an easy hole." I tossed my ball to the ground, intent on playing it where it landed. I took a three-quarter swing, with a 5 iron. It started just left of the green, and faded a touch to the right. It bounced at the front of the green, just right of the cup, took two bounces, and moved just left, toward the cup. I was happy it was a good shot. I was happier, that it was online and close. I was hoping to just be able to tap in, for a rare birdie on the hole. It got closer, and closer, and disappeared. Shock. Even as I type this, I think I am still in shock, that it fell in the hole. My first hole in one, in my 23rd year of playing golf. I only wish my Dad was alive. He's the reason I started playing and he would have enjoyed it more than me.