Going to “The Masters”

Brian and I were babysitting our grandsons in Georgia on Friday evening when the phone rang. It was Dan, “Hey, is dad there?”
I handed the phone to Brian and the next thing I knew, I was married to a twelve-year-old who had just learned there was a new bike under the Christmas tree with his name on it, and it was Christmas Eve!! Dan had an extra ticket to “The Masters” and had offered it to Brian.
Of course Brian would have to get up at 4 a.m. in order to get to Augusta in time, but that’s OK, he couldn’t There’s more here




