I am 77 years old and have played golf since I was 14. I first learned the game as a caddie and became enamored with it so I took it up as a player. I played lots of golf as a teenager and even made my high school team, but in the ensuing adult years I never played many rounds. Until I retired some 16 years ago. I saw my first hole in one as I was caddying. My group was on the green and the tee box for the next par 3 was just ahead. While my player was lining up his putt I happened to look at the man hitting from the next tee. He hit a nice arcing shot and it landed just before the hole and rolled in. I didn't say anything because my player was about to putt, but the foursome on the tee let out a huge shout. My player stepped back from his ball and yelled over to that group to keep it down - until they shouted back that a hole in one had just occurred. Then the players in our group walked over and gave congratulations to the player who got the hole in one. Also, in my teen years I came within a putter head of getting my own hole in one - so I figured that in due time my turn would come. Little did I realize then that it would be 60 years later. On Tuesday December 4 our group came to hole number 4 on our Oaks course at Heron Creek Country Club in North Port, Florida. It's not a very long hole, but the green is elevated and there is a lip that prevents golfers from actually seeing most of the green. So, if you hit a good shot you don't actually know how close to the pin your ball actually came to rest. On this particular day I hit my 7 iron and my Titleist ball quite well. It was heading in the direction of the pin. Because of the lip we couldn't see where it rested. Others in our group also hit good tee shots. When we got around to the path just below the green I could see 2 balls on the green and figured that one of them was mine. That disappointed me because if I could see the balls I wasn't in the hole. My playing partner said that there should be 3 balls on the green which meant that one of the balls was unaccounted for. So, I literally ran to the hole and looked down to see my ball "smiling" at me. I mark my balls with big letter "Fs" for Frank and there was my "F" looking up at me. I virtually lost it. I screamed for joy and the other three golfers came up and we exchanged hearty high fives. I ran back to the cart to get my iPhone and took a picture of the ball in the cup and then immediately texted the picture to my two sons and my wife. I was fully prepared to buy drinks for everyone in the lounge upon ending the round, but there were only a few players there at the time. Not sure if that was good or not as I wanted to share my joy with everyone. So, after 63 years of golf my time finally arrived and I am still on Cloud 9 thinking about it.