My friend Becky and I were walking in the area of the "cottages" like two little country mice come to town.
A guy pulled up beside us on a golf cart, asked if we were having a nice day, where were we from, were we here for the whole week, etc.
Becky chatted away.
Me? I just stood there with my mouth open. After he bid us good day and drove off, Becky said, "what a sweetheart he was!"
When I could finally talk, I squeaked, "Arnold Palmer."
Becky: "Nah!!! Was not!"
Me: "Was."
and we grinned at one another like the silly girls we were when a legend makes your day.
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September 10, 1929 - September 25, 2016,
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