Pamela
I went to the local public golf course to see if I could get a membership or some such and save a few bucks. Did I need to? No, but I hated throwing money away. I showed up, the pro pointed me to this little office in the back of the pro shop and ... There was this girl. I met Pamela there while I was signing up for that membership. I knew I’d be here for at least two years, probably golfing twice a month, at an absolute minimum, and probably twice a week or more. I love the game. I suck at...