So I open the top drawer of my dresser today to get out a pair of lounge pants and socks – part of my daily work attire. I take out the pants and what do I see? Three brand-spanking new Callaway golf balls as white and pure as the driven snow. How they got there I don’t know. I don’t play Callaways, have never played Callaways to my knowledge, and if I did I would have either lost them or placed any stragglers in the golf bag in the garage. Tracey swears she didn’t put them there. I didn’t put them there. The rabbits wouldn’t be able to put them there – they can’t reach that high.

I left a message with the secretaries of Callaway’s CEO, CFO, CCO, CMO, CIO, and, of course, their CSO. Still waiting to hear back.

Might it be a message from above? Or the first fruits of that six-figure contract I signed with Callaway recently? If so, boy, those guys are good!