I am blessed that my wife, Joy, the “joy” of my life, supports me in my crazy athletic endeavors. Today, I am in Myrtle Beach with almost 3,400 of my “closest friends” to play in a week long golf tournament. I’ve been doing this for most of the last 15 years, and I’ve developed some great relationships with a number of the players from around the country.

Usually, a small group of us rent a condo together and share expenses. We also share meals, talk trash about each other’s golf games, and make random wagers on our golf skills, or lack thereof.

This year, I was the first to arrive from our group. After calling my wife to let her know that I had gotten here safely, I got the guys and myself checked in with the management company. Next on the list was getting checked in for the tournament, shopping for some supplies, and opening the condo. I carried in my golf clubs, grocery bags, and luggage and went to the sink to wash my hands.

We had no hot water.