Patiently Persevering

When I was in sixth grade or so, we lived in DeKalb, Illinois. Some of you might be familiar with the famous “flying ears” logo for DeKalb corn. DeKalb was a small university town with not much to do for little kids like me.

Fortunately, nearby there was a huge field we called “The North 40.” We hung out there all the time. One day, my grandfather gave me an old set of golf clubs in return for mowing his lawn for the rest of…