|Tournament Badge [dif than day pass]|
|Golf Player Bear|
Tradition has it that you have to be asked to be a member. No women, so I'll never be a part of that club although the beauty that surrounds the clubhouse is intoxicating. We were so honored to be able to see Magnolia Lane, the entrance to the Club House, and Amen Corner (eleventh, twelfth and thirteenth holes.) And it truly is a preview of Heaven. They allowed us to get our photo taken in front of the house and gave us two master codes to go online and download the jpegs for free.
|Pimento Cheese Sandwich and Commemorative Cup|
They don't call it "The Masters" for nothing. Southern Hospitality at its best. You all come back now, ya hear? Problem is we can't. Its a rare treat and I sure did enjoy it. When I was sitting on the sixteenth hole waiting for the first round of golfers to come by, I sat back and felt the breeze blow across my face. It was muggy and hot in the scorching sun and the wind provided much relief. With my eyes closed I felt like I was on a front porch, rocking in an old wooden chair, drinking an ice-cold lemonade while listening to the breeze as the birds singing masterfully. It was divine. I just wished I was a bird, so that I could come back again and again. I'll be singing that tune forever. Birdie, Birdie, Birdie.
Old Time, that greatest and longest established spinner of all!.... his factory is a secret place, his work is noiseless, and his hands are mutes. ~Charles Dickens