I know it’s taboo on a golf course to break out the cell phone and start yakking away. I frown on it, that’s for sure. But heck, I was by myself on Pebble Beach, and I wanted to share the experience with someone who might appreciate it, and who I knew would answer the phone. On the 12th tee, I called my parents.
My mother answered and even though she’s not a golfer, she was glad for me and understood the significance of the place and that the U.S. Open is being held there and that her son was playing the course. She then told me dad was taking a nap. Oh well. That was one of two or three times when I was able to just look around and drink in the fact that I was playing Pebble Beach Golf Links for a moment.
The second was on the 15th when I rolled in a 42-foot putt. But I’m getting ahead of myself.





















