As a very little kid in the mid to late 1960's, I watched golf on TV with my dad. He liked Arnold Palmer, and of course, Arnold soon became my favorite player. I remember On Christmas Day, 1968, "Santa Claus" brought me an Arnold Palmer Indoor Golf Game. Wow, I can still remember how fun it was to play! I would make my own 'private' golf course in the hallway or the kitchen, hitting that little white styrofoam golf ball with all the power and skill of Arnold himself! I loved that game. Unfortunately, the dog ate some of the golf balls, so that was the end of that! However, that simple game got me hooked on golf. I soon I got my own set of cut-down used golf clubs and was digging holes in the back yard for my own custom golf course, which didn't go over very well with mom & dad! Later in life I got good enough to play in USGA Qualifying Tournaments, but I was never good enough to go any farther. No matter, I did my best. In the early 1990's we played golf at Bay Hill. I was hoping to meet the King, but he wasn't there at the time. After the round, we went into the bar to have a beer. In the corner was an upright piano. I asked the bartender if he would mind if I played a tune or two. "Absolutely", he said, and I played a few Ragtime tunes. Playing the piano is my true skill, so that is how, in my own way, I thanked the King. I really wish I could have met him. I wish he knew how many lives he touched. Maybe he did. Thanks, Mr. Palmer.