Meet The Golf Guy - The Inspiration Behind Our Coaching

You may have heard that when our eternal tee time is called, and we meet The Lord face-to-face, we will be asked, “What did you do with the gifts I gave you?” Following is what I will be telling Him - as if He won’t already know.

My round on the course of life began on March 26, 1953, in Stamford, Connecticut. My family lived in a three-family home owned by my aunt and uncle in the Italian section of town. I use the word "home" since I didn't realize until I was older how my Father's family didn't have a lot. My uncle had a garden behind the garage. Many meals were homemade. My Father's brothers and sisters all had roles in the family. One uncle was the painter, the other a carpenter, and my Father took care of the plumbing and heating. One sister made many of the family's clothes while his other sister spoiled us. She and my uncle both worked; as kids, we all thought they were rich. Of course, they weren’t. They were just incredibly generous.