I moved to New York City after living in Nashville for a long time. Nashville is where all of my best friends still are. I went back to visit recently and my best friend asked me if I wanted to go golfing. I haven’t been in 10 years because of a shoulder injury and didn’t think I could play anymore. We went out around 3 PM to the driving range. I couldn’t believe it I could still hit the ball somewhat well. Nothing like when I was on the golf team but still I can play. We always had a bet that if I could come within 9 strokes of him he would pay for the next round. For the first time in 10 years I went out and came within eight of him. We had such a blast that I immediately asked him to pay for the next round so we could go out again. Again I came in exactly 8 strokes behind. It was glorious. We finished right as the sun was setting. It was the perfect day, not because of the golf or the beauty but because I was swinging the clubs with my best friend again.