I am not Cassie Burdette. First of all, she's a much better golfer
than I. Here's my excuse: Cassie took the game up when she was
seven; I waited until almost forty. The picture at the right shows
you what I was doing back then. (That's me on the ground with older
sister, Sue, standing.)
Second, I'm a lot luckier in love than Cassie has been so far.
My husband John is not only a patient and funny man, he's a fantastic
editor and cheerleader to boot.