There were wonderful stories. The fellow out playing who suddenly stands at respectful attention with hat removed and held over the heart as a funeral procession passes by the course. His playing partner sees, says nothing until his friend replaces his hat and begins to approach his next shot. I've never seen you stop playing because a funeral was passing by. She was a great lady - we would have been married 25 years next month.
People LOVE the game.
You may have heard about the golfer who was playing on a Sunday morning when he and his partner suddenly heard the church bells in the distance summoning folks to worship. My first tee time. Joe borrowed some clubs for me and arranged for us to play nine holes late the next afternoon. Give me three strokes a hole and we will play for 50-cents. I found out that day that golf is an intensely mental game.