Golf is the main connection between my grandfather and I. My first memories of golf are him and I out on our town course which is located about a quarter mile down the road. I can remember hooking my bag with 3 clubs up to his cart and only being able to play 6 holes before being tired. Over the years, the majority of time I spend with him is out on the course. He introduced me to the game and has taught me all that he knows. When he took his yearly trip down to Florida to visit his brothers, he would always bring back left handed clubs for me and at one point my whole bag was made up of clubs from Florida. With both of us getting older, I hope to continue to be out on the course with him each summer.