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My dear husband (or DH, as we call our mates here at the Internet honeymoon cottage) is in Augusta, Ga., this week covering the Masters golf tournament, where the azeleas that fail to bloom at the perfect moment are pulled and replaced with more cooperative shrubs.
I, too, covered the Masters when I was a sportswriter, and it is true that Augusta National Golf Course is the place where spring is born.
Membership at Augusta is limited to the cream of American money (and only men can be members) and it is by invitation only. The membership list is a closely held secret.
The estimated 40,000 tickets to watch the tournament are passed down through families. Even tickets to the practice round are premiums.
The tournament begins in earnest on Thursday and will have live television coverage on the weekend. Tune in for the flowers, if not for the golf.
(Even if you are not a golf fan, you might like to follow the clever Tweets of my DH during the tournament on Twitter. He is @garymihocesusat.)