Uncle Bob introduced me to Palm Springs years ago. When I went with him, it always carried a western meets Jim Morrison theme.
The drive was always epic. Back roads and country bars. The tram…
Nowadays, Palm Springs means golf.
Mark., JB, Kleims and I were more than happy to meet some friends on their yearly jaunt to the west coast for a day of golfing at the PGA West Stadium course.
And taking money from Mark is always a bonus.
And Lance was there. Another bonus.