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Descending the stairs of the cement overpass with his tousled hair, easy grin and casual clothing, there was no mistaking him among legions of tired, stressed-out commuters in their uniformly cheerless business attire.
Though it was our first real-life, in-the-flesh encounter, David and I go way back when it comes to shared experiences and spirited exchanges. Thanks to social media the distance between Danbury, CT and Pamplona, Spain (or any physical distance for that matter) is just... geography.
So that's exactly what brought Señor Amezqueta to Brewster... and on to our house (aka Golf Girl Media World Headquarters) in Danbury. Once there, we had a celebratory cocktail, followed by a dinner of Bourbon Barbecued Ribs... with an ample side of Mac'n'Cheese. What could be more American than that, right? The rest of the evening we spent talking; about David's experience in Medinah, about the golf industry on both sides of the Atlantic and about the amazing opportunities, and vexing challenges, presented by "new media" and a global economy. Then there was the subject of our gracious golf ghost.
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