One year and weeks into golf, smitten, enamored and passionate. Not manly words, but apt descriptors. Playing now 1-2 times weekly, with time at home into the Izzo net. Am igno-compulsive with a small collection of aids and gadgets, CD'S, manuals, and subscriptions. The golf channel and the net have complicated my life even more. Luckily, my wife has bought into all this. Amazing ain't it? Measuring my successes in small steps, but the light is coming on more regularly. I'm about to complete my first series of lessons with a local assistant pro, a delightful girl with ample patience, and an aptitude perfectly suited to my skills. One of my sons-in-law is extremely competetive, and is,... for now, my gauge for progress, the kid is a player. Regular friday rounds with some other old farts allow me to play with guys just a little bit better than me. That's my version anyway. I'm playing with Pinemeadow clones, and am happy with them. I've vowed to buy name brand when I break into the eighties regularly. I'm confident that'll be this summer. Thanks for having me, Jim..