We Will Find a Way, Or Make One

We Shall Find A Way, Or Make One. This was a framed quote superimposed on the
 background  of a golf course that Robbie, my first sales manager at Verizon Superpages,
 had hung on the wall behind his desk.

I've just gotta add this after my post about VGC:

My dream at the onset had been, by any sane and safe
means I could find, was to be able to join my youngest brother Tony on a real golf course
and not slow him down. 

Virginia Golf Center helped me prepare to realize my dream. Simple as that. 

Not only had we lost our middle brother, Steve, to ALS two years before, but Tony lost his
best golfing buddy of over 20 years.   So I wanted to have that context and opportunity 
(OK  you could say "excuse") to spend some quality time with the guy who is now the only
remaining member of my nuclear family.  We had set all old issues aside and had teamed
up to care for and find the best overall care for our dad, and in the years after his death, 
our mom. Towards the end we took turns visiting and feeding her by hand, and he had hired
extra help to visit and give us breaks so we could supplement the over-burdened staff of 
the assisted living complex.. 

Golf was the go-to therapy for my bro Tony during the long agonizing months we did what
we could to help take care of our mom, while witnessing her cruel decline from late-stage Alzheimers.
 A couple of months before, I had unveiled the first prototype of our SafeTee AirDriver invention
 to my brother in the parking lot of the assisted living center.  He is a gun collector and avid golfer,
so his first reaction was predictable - "A Gun that fires golf balls!?  What's not to like?"

The week after our mom had passed, our cousin from New York had come down, my brother
Tony and his friend and golfing buddy Rick had booked a Tee Time, and my brother invited me
to join them and complete the foursome.