There's an amazing story of love, devotion and golf in the Wall Street Journal today. It is well worth reading, and here's a taste to get you to click on the link:

By KATHERINE ROSMAN Staff Reporter of THE WALL STREET JOURNALDecember 23,
2005; Page W1
Like almost anybody who has picked up a golf club, my stepfather has always had a fantasy: To play at the Augusta National Golf Club. The legendary Georgia course is home to the Masters Tournament, and admission is strictly limited to its closely guarded roster of members and their invited guests. Neither I nor my stepfather knew a soul there. So when I said I wanted to surprise him with a round of golf there, everyone I talked to said it would be impossible. Why would an absolute stranger invite a 70-year-old suburban Detroit real-estate developer to Georgia to tee off at one of the world's most secretive and exclusive clubs?

For everyone who ever thought Augusta was just full of overly rich white folks who don't care about anyone but themselves, this story proves otherwise. The full story is here.