Today was unbelievably special for me. Almost serendipitously, I was given a pass to the LPGA by a coworker who knew I wanted one. Thanks Jen; you made my weekend.
I wasn't going to attend. The twenty-dollar fee seems reasonable, until you realize that I probably could not stay for more than one hour. But two lovely occurrences came together Sunday: Jen and Calli wanted me along, and GolferGirl was manning a booth in the exhibition tent. It was a wonderful, long, long day!
After church and some very successful "dog whispering" with Ellie, a quick change into denim skirt and comfortable clogs, I hopped in the Tracker and roared off to the Corning Country Club for the Corning Classic. While in the queue waiting for parking, I called Jen and Calli, and Kris. My two younger buddies were just making breakfast, but Kris was manning the First Tee exhibit. I could visit with her, then tour with them when they arrived.
First snag hit immediately: no handicapped parking. In fact, all parking was full. No parking, no classic for me; I turned the car for home. The attendant looked stricken and radioed, and then stepped in front of the Tracker! They would find parking for me. It took some walking, but I was given a spot not so very far from the HP section. Briefly, I wished I had my walking stick, but how would I manage the camera? That would not have been a problem, as I later learned.