During a quick work trip to New Hampshire, I decided to bring my clubs in the off chance I had time to make the 2 hour drive to my home town in Maine to get a few holes in with my father and possibly father-in-law. The rain had been coming down all morning, but the three of us had decided to take the chance of getting in 9 holes at Toddy Brook, my father-in-law’s “home” course. With the course soaked and a brief pause of rain and overcast sky, they reluctantly let us walk the back 9 (my father-in-law is a regular there). Everyone seemed to be hitting it well, but by the 15th hole I had probably recorded one of my worst scores fighting through the trees. Frustrated and nervous about finishing in time to make the 2 hour drive back to catch my flight in time, we stepped up to the 16th tee box, a downhill par 3 with a tough back to front sloping green. I stepped up first, took a swing and almost lost my ball amongst the overcast sky. When I caught sight again it hit the green, took a bounce and disappeared. It took a few a seconds for my me and my dad to realize what had happened. My first hole-in-one. I couldn’t believe that such a short trip and terrible weather would have brought some of the best memories I have been able to share with a couple of the most important people in my life.