1990 I was 30 years old. I was playing scratch golf at the time. My father was my coach on the Golf Course. Even though he was a golf teacher. I always knew more about golf than he did. Or so I thought. I I shot a 68 from the Tips. I was elated. This is what I was aiming for. The course record. It held for a year. A golf Pro shot a 67 a year later. That day was special. Not so much for the score. When we were in the Club House. My father bought a round for everyone. He raised his beer. " Today my son Edward shot a 68. Son I am so Proud of You."