Every now and then, it’s nice to experience a dogleg in life. To go through an afternoon where decisions regarding club selection and swing thoughts are far more significant than those related to profits and losses. Or where you find greater pleasure in reading greens than in reviewing proposals. And while there’s no guarantee that drives will be true or that putts will drop, the odds are good that priorities will align, memories will be born, and that somewhere over the course of 18 holes you’ll realize the only scorecard that matters is the one filled not with small numbers but rather with large moments.
Martis Camp. It’s about time.
