PATSY R. BRUMFIELD: Messy travel makes for fun at The Masters

By Patsy R. Brumfield/NEMS Daily Journal

Travel Rule No. 1: Do not wear a white blouse if you’re having lunch in Dreamland Barbecue in Tuscaloosa.
Travel Rule No. 2: Ask for the bib.
Obviously, I’ve been on a wee jaunt, this time with my dear son, who must have decided a few years ago that I needed a bucket list. The first indication was a surprise trip to Green Bay, Wis., to see the Packers play the day after Christmas.
This time, the occasion began in Jackson, where my son and his wife have a new house recently blasted by an enormous hail storm. That story aside, they’ve wanted a garden, and my daughter-in-law’s appeal for my assistance could not go unheeded.
We spent much of Sunday working their two big raised beds and planting lots of veggies in a smart, tight configuration of tall and short but deep plants. I’ll get to my own terra firma this weekend, if it doesn’t snow in Tupelo.
This time, it’s The Masters – golf’s most gorgeous walk in the springtime – at Augusta, Ga.
Will and I headed out from Jackson early Tuesday morning, then lunched at Dreamland on some really gorgeous ribs, soft white-bread and sauce. I also had cole slaw to balance out the calories.
That’s where I broke Rule No. 1 and my blouse was much the worse for wear, multiple BBQ sauce splatters down the front. You’d think a 63-year-old woman would know how to eat ribs without fashion damage, wouldn’t you?
I should make Rule No. 2 the new No. 1, it seems.
Wednesday, we got up early in Conyers, Ga., to make the two-hour sprint to storied Augusta in time for chicken-biscuits and hot coffee before the day’s practice rounds. The special feature of the day was a Par 3 competition, which was really fun to watch.
What’s great about watching the practice rounds, before the real action begins Thursday, is you can take photographs with your personal cameras. That’s a no-no Thursday through Sunday. You also cannot bring in your cell phone or any computer thing, or a purse larger than 10x10x12.
So, now it’s 4 p.m. Eastern Daylight Saving Time and we’re leaving one really terrific day. The weather was gorgeous, albeit humid. We walked the entire course and then watched everybody tee off on Hole Number 1 for the Par 3 competition.
We saw lots of great golfers, especially Tom Watson, Jack Nicklaus, Gary Player and Arnold Palmer. along with all the young contenders.
Television doesn’t do Augusta justice – it was just spectacular and green, so green. The azaleas, dogwoods, wisteria etc. etc. were just beautiful. What a fabulous experience, and I had on the cutest sunhat in the place!
In between walking the 18 holes, we thoroughly enjoyed ourselves, had our chicken-biscuits and special-blend coffee, then for lunch pimiento-cheese sandwiches and we split a peach ice cream sandwich encased between sugar cookies.
What a day. And I didn’t spill a single condiment on myself. The Masters souvenir gear was terrific but no bibs.
God willing, I’m back in Elvisland by the time you read this. Just a wonderful trip with my sweet son and a wee bit of sunburn to prove I was there.
PATSY R. BRUMFIELD writes a Thursday column. Contact her at (662) 678-1596 or

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