I was playing a quick afternoon 9 at my favorite Chicago muni with one of my best friends on Labor Day weekend. 2nd hole at Robert A. Black is a short-med par 3. The pin today was on back portion and we measured it at exactly 140 yards. I absolutely pured a smooth 9 iron - one of my most cooperative clubs this summer - and it never left the flag. As it started to descend I quipped "get in" as one does, and to my surprise the ball completely disappeared as it came down to the putting surface. I turned to my friend whose mouth was as wide open as I'm sure mine was, and my heart started racing. It was either way long or in the hole. I've played this course enough, and knowing how I had hit it, I knew that in the hole was the more likely outcome. My friend videotaped my nervous walk up, and the excitement turned into celebration as I saw a chunk of lip missing from the hole, and finally my Titleist 1 at the bottom of the cup. A slam dunk for my first ace! I always thought I'd eventually make a one, but to do it at one of my favorite courses, with one of my best friends as witness, flying in a Titleist 1 was truly a dream come true.