It was a chilly Chicago afternoon the day after Thanksgiving. We weren't even sure we were going to play, but knowing that we were already on borrowed golf time (for the Chicago area), we went. Good thing, too! I walked up to the par 3 with my five iron. 138 yards from the front tee, flag back. I let her rip and was content that my ball was surely going to be on the green. I pulled the cart up and was frustrated that my ball was no longer on the green. I checked the ball off to the side of the green, not mine. Ugh. Where was it? I thought, hmm...might as well check in the cup. My heart raced as I stepped up and peered in. WHAT?!? There it was. Hole in one....a Thanksgiving miracle!