After some obligatory whining over my sleep sacrifice, I agreed to play an unusually early round of golf (for me) with fellow members Steve Meyer, Rich Kupersmith and Andy Abrams at 7:45 am on Sunday May 21, 2017. (Ironically, this was 4 years to the date of the unexpected death of one of my oldest and best friends and golf bud, Vinnie Naccarelli. Thanks pal--see ya when I see ya!!) I had just birdied 5 for a half, when we reached the par 3 190 yard uphill 6th hole at Rolling Green Golf Club (home of the 2016 U.S. Women's Amateur Championship). We were looking directly into an early morning sun and facing an unusually firm wind for this time of year. My three compatriots all missed the green--which is unusual by itself for that group. I commented that the dance floor is vacant but I hear the music, and it's calling my name. Steve asked, "what band?" True to the Steal Your Face logo on my 3 wood head cover, I replied, "The Grateful Dead, of course". He asked, "what song?" I replied, "Scarlet Begonias", and set my Titleist ProV1 on the peg, stuck the peg in the ground, and drew a 4 iron into the middle left side of the rightward canting green. We all saw the shot hit where you would want it to hit but, due to the low sun, none of us had a bead on the result. But, I knew it was as good as I can do, and the shot had to fall a little right after it hit the green. Steve said, "I think that's real close", and anxiously pulled his range finder and said he couldn't see it. But it was early and the sunshine was brilliant, so not being able to see anything did not mean much. As we climbed the cart path I thought, optimistically thinking back-to-back birdies, I might have seen 'something' on the green close to the hole. When we reached green level, I had mixed emotions when I looked on the green and saw nothing. For a second I thought, "maybe", but, having come disappointingly close a few other times without scoring ace, in respect of Karma, I took a beeline to the rough behind the green and began kicking around for a ball in a combination of hope and frustration. I did not want to be the first one to look in the hole! Steve went straight to the hole and pointed. There it was; my first ace! I immediately texted the news to my sons and golfing family. The older son (a +2, still looking for an ace), shrewdly texted back, "Congrats! early Sunday aces lead to hefty bar bills; glad you are off before us." I was not surprised but so very impressed by how excited Steve, Andy and Rich were about the fete. I could not have shared such a golf experience with a better group of guys, in a better or more competitive match, at a golf course I love more. I was surprisingly able to stay focused and went on to post a personal Rolling Green best of 75. Just as importantly, we won the match on 18. And the bar bill was...appropriate. Thanks Titleist for a great memory.