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My golfing buddies call me Arnie, because my name is Palmer
Dear Arnie,
My caddie mates used to call me "Sam". That was before you appeared on the tour scene. Now, my golfing buddies call me Arnie, because my name is Palmer. A fine old name. My English ancestor, Walter Palmer arrived in Salem, MA in 1629, along with other relatives about the same time. Because our facial features are pretty close, I have often wondered if we were somewhat related. I notice that our dad descended from Quaker stock. My folks were more of a Congregational bent. I have followed you on the course a few times, twice in Hawaii '67-'69 timeframe, when I was a Navy pilot in a patrol squadron. Being an avid golfer, although not very talented, I have admired your career.
Best wishes for many more Happy Birthdays.
Sincerely,
Bill Palmer
Posted by scurry at September 15, 2005 07:03 PM