Fred and Bill were having their weekly round of golf at the Land o' Sky Golf
Course and as they were walking down the fairway on the long par-five number
six hole a funeral process drove by them along River Road. Fred paused and
took off his golf hat, held it over his heart and stood motionless, watching
the cars drive slowly by with their lights on. Bill was touched. He didn't
know Fred was so religious, or sensitive, walked up to him and said, "That was
a nice thing to do, Fred. Was that somebody you knew that died?" "Yes," Fred
said, wiping away a tear as he pulled a four wood from his bag, "she was my
wife. We'd a-been married twenty-eight years today, if she'd lived."
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