Arnold Palmer is 87 today.
By happy coincidence, my favorite golfer shares a birthday with my favorite gal. Mrs. GolfBlogger also was born today. Different year, of course.
I have long hoped for a chance to meet Mr. Palmer. But I’m afraid if I drove out to Latrobe or Bay Hill and camped out, I’d be arrested as a stalker.
Long live the King! Hoist a lemonade and tea to his name!