I was so bummed after the Bass Pro Shops Northern Open at Oneida Lake that I had to wait a few days before attempting to write this.
Yesterday was Valentine's Day. I normally bring a dozen roses to my wife, Debbi, at her office. This year, I waltzed into her office during business hours with my guitar in hand. It was a first. I'm a closet guitar player. I strum with 10 thumbs and have a voice like a bullfrog with laryngitis.