Birthday Wishes from Ray M.

Your life thus far has been amazing. I can only wonder what you will do with the rest of the time you are allowed.

I started watching you win golf tournaments when I was 7 years old and have been a fan all these years. I am 61 years old today, September 9, 2009. I love the way you always went for a shot, if you had any chance at all. You play the game as it should be played, with passion and raw guts.

I really appreciate the way you treat other people. It doesn't matter who they are. I believe you would give anyone a hand shake and a big smile. After all, if we can't make someone's day a little brighter, what good are we doing?

I never got to see you play in person. My Father was always concerned with making a living and not much into games. We never had a lot of money. I would have given a lot for my Father to take me to the golf course and teach me the game.

Ray M.

Birthday Wishes from Bob N.

I’m 58 years old, and since 1960, I have pulled for one golfer, good or bad: Arnold Palmer. I have seen Mr. Palmer play at numerous events in my area, most recently the ThornBlade Classic hosted by Jay Haas. When Arnold said he had played in his last US Open and gave his goodbye, it brought a tear to my eye and still does. Happy Birthday Mr. Palmer.

Bob N.

Birthday Wishes from D.D.

Happy 80th Birthday, Mr. Palmer

All the best to the VERY BEST!

D.D. M.

Birthday Wishes from Darlene L.

Happy 80th birthday to you, Arnie! My late husband, who was the Marshall Chairman on the Island of Maui, and I, his assistant, were always so pleased and honored to be a part of the tournaments being held on the island for the last 25 years. We were especially proud of you and your accomplishments, Arnie. It was and is a pleasure to wish you the best. And many, many happy returns of the day!

Aloha,

Darlene L.

Birthday Wishes from Gilles

I just want to wish Arnie a happy 80th birthday.

Thank you for all you did for golf, the respect of the game and for your fans.

Thank you Mr. Palmer,

Gilles

Birthday Wishes from Guy P.

From one Palmer to another, Happy 80th Mr. Palmer—or "Uncle Arnie" as my brother and I have fondly called you since your big win in Toronto, our new hometown from 1957 to today!

I remember as a little boy, our dad telling us you would become a true star. If only I'd followed more of his advice! I'm sorry I have never had the chance to meet you and shake your hand, but if I could I would thank you for your dedication to this great game and to your family and friends, and all the life lessons you have taught us all. Your contributions will stretch further than all of the great fairways you have driven. Many happy returns.

Yours sincerely,

Guy P.

Birthday Wishes from Jerry S.

Arnie-

Happy Birthday! In my book, you will always be the greatest.

Have 80 more! We need you.

Jerry S.

Birthday Wishes from Manny L.

Mr. Palmer,

We’ve never met, but I have admired you from afar all these years. It’s no secret that you are very much admired by millions of people around the world, and I am your number 1 fan that you’ve never met. You embody charity, integrity, honor and respect, and you are the most descent man I have ever observed. At the risk of embarrassing you (not intended), I consider you iconic. While it is my dream to meet and speak with you in person, I realize that that can be a difficult proposition. But my dream continues. You are a truly authentic and a good human being.

A king you are. Happy 80th Birthday!

Manny L

Birthday Wishes from Niall M.

Happy Birthday,

Niall M.

Birthday Wishes from Stan S.

Mr. Palmer,

You are definitely the King of golf, and I have watched you play for many years. I wish you well for many more years to come. All my friends from Canada also wish you well.

Birthday Wishes from Stephen E.

Thank you Mr. Arnold Palmer, my hero and friend forever! My story or reflection of you will always be the way you lived your life among us mere mortals. You’ve made us laugh. You’ve made us cry. But you always made us proud to be near, around and next to you. Although you don’t know my life, I’ll always remember yours.

Your friendly photographer from Scottsdale, AZ,

Stephen E. USN(Ret)

Birthday Wishes from Tom J.

It is a great pleasure and honor to wish you a happy 80th birthday. You were and still are an example to me in the way you interact with all people, from presidents to the guy in the gallery.

All the best,

Tom J.

Birthday Wishes from John B.

I was in a Kroger Store, when my son, Dave, was about 15. They had a Christmas list posted for kids that my not have such a good Christmas. One little boy had asked for a used set of junior golf clubs. I told the story at supper that night, and my son said, “give him my old set, dad.”

I think this is what Arnold Palmer brought to the game. Young boys and girls use his example in there lives.

Happy Birthday!

John B.

Thanks for the Memories by Tom S.

I first saw Arnold in person at Beverly Country Club for the Western Open 1963 when I was 14. I followed him all 18 holes. I will never forget that while walking from the green to next tee, agents were trying to get him to sign contracts for business deals.

I just heard Arnold say to them, “hey, I’m trying to win a golf tournament here.” And he did.

Everyone wanted a piece of him. He’s the one who got me hooked on the game, playing it and watching it on TV. And he will always be one of my heroes, especially when I read about his hospital and the great work it’s doing. That’s a legacy to be proud of.

Thanks, for the memories, Arnold and Happy Birthday.

Tom S.

Arnie’s Final Round on the TOUR by Steve B.

Arnold Palmer is my favorite golfer. I was born after he'd won his last major, but I still love Arnie. I stayed home from work to watch Arnie's last go-round at the Bay Hill Classic, now the Arnold Palmer Invitational. It was hard watching Arnie's last competitive round on TOUR.

I saw Arnie pull a driver, hit it off the deck and get it on the green. I jumped up and yelled. Years later, Arnold Palmer had given me another moment.

Happy Birthday, Arnie,

Steve B.

Driving Mr. Palmer to the Airport by Mary and Cam

In 1991, working as a uniform police officer, I had an occasion to work security at the Essex Golf and Country Club just outside Windsor Ontario, Canada, where Mr. Palmer was to play a nine-hole charity event.

At the completion of the event, I was honored to drive Mr. Palmer to the Detroit City Airport. It was just Mr. Palmer and me. It was extraordinary. I am an avid golfer and fan, and here I am chauffeuring the “KING” to the airport.

It was about a 45 minute drive to the airport, and the company and conversation will never be forgotten. On arrival, I drove onto the tarmac to Mr. Palmer’s private jet. He thanked me for my service for the day and said it was the first time he had ever been driven to an airport by a police officer.

Happy Birthday to the King!

Mary & Cam

Gracious Man by Gary T.

Congratulations on your 80th birthday and thank you for your years of being golf's premier world ambassador.

Over twenty years ago, I interrupted your breakfast meeting at the Taipei Hilton so that you could autograph your front page photo in the Taipei paper for our son, Chad. I will never forget how gracious and personable you were, and Chad treasures your autographed photo.

Have a great celebration.

Gary T.

Lifelong Member of Arnie’s Army by Kevin H.

I started playing golf in the mid 1960’s due to the influence Mr. Palmer had on golf and the sports world at that time. I was a member of my high school golf team, and as a high school graduation gift, I received season tickets to attend the 1968 U.S. Open held at Oak Hill Country Club in Rochester, NY.

During the tournament, I saw Mr. Palmer hit some incredible shots and some shots I’m sure he wanted to forget. I believe it was either during Saturday or Sunday’s round that I saw Mr. Palmer take a double bogie on 17 and then march to the 18th tee shaking his head, but holding it high and waving to the crowd like he birdied the hole.

I want to thank Mr. Palmer for all the rounds of golf I enjoyed with my father, grandfathers, uncles and cousins. And now, I want to thank him for all the rounds of golf I enjoy with my son and wife. As a prostate cancer survivor, I want to thank him for sharing his thoughts and feelings on battling that disease. Happy Birthday Mr. Palmer, and I am proud to say I will be a lifelong member of Arnie’s Army!!!

Member of Arnie’s Army by Lee S.

As a native of San Francisco, I enlisted in Arnie's Army at the Crosby Clambake Tournament long, long ago. I cried at the Olympic Club that fateful U.S. Open and laughed at an announcer's face after accosting Arnie coming off the 18th green, at Rancho Park after he made a 12! He grabbed Arnie and asked him, "How in the world did you get a 12 on that hole?" Upon which came Arnie's polite answer. Before walking on he said, "I missed my putt for an 11.

Arnie has given me so many great memories. He's called The King, and is known as one of the greatest golfers to ever live. I know him as all of that plus being a wonderful example of what a special human being acts like.

Birthday Wishes from Barbara W.

Happy Birthday Arnold.

I feel I can call you Arnold as my birthday is exactly one day after yours! I have always told my golf foursomes that Arnold Palmer is so much older than I am! I am looking forward to my eightieth birthday and sharing it with my family - on the golf course, of course.

All the best,

Barbara W.

Birthday Wishes from Rick M.

I grew up watching you with my dad. I always rooted for you over that “upstart” Jack Nicklaus! I’ve also adopted your putting style, and it works pretty well.

Happy Birthday!

Rick M.

Birthday Wishes

I just wanted to say thank you for all the memories I have of you and Jack battling it out on the courses. It has been a pleasure to watch you play throughout the years.

I know that we have two things in common: golf and the Steelers. I have been a fan since the mid-fifties and just love the team through good times and bad.

Enjoy your birthday Arnie and many more.

Birthday Wishes from Dennis E.

Happy Birthday Arnie!

As an avid 67-year-old golf fan, both of the game and history who has never had the fortune to meet you, I have one request: keep on playing so we can continue to see that famous smile and charisma that only you can bring to the fans. We do not care how you play. If you are ever in Georgia, I am inviting you to play our course at Reunion Golf Club in Hoschton, GA, and it will be my treat.

Dennis E.

Birthday Wishes from Richard L.

As a fellow Pennsylvanian, I grew up watching you on television, and watching you was how I got my interest in the game. In 1999, I began attending the Arnold Palmer Invitational at Bay Hill, and each spring your tournament is a spring board for me getting my game tuned up. Thanks for all of your contributions to the game but also to each community you touch with your generosity. You are truly a champion's champion and a gentlemen above all.

Happy Birthday and best wishes for many more. I'll "see you" at Bay Hill in March.

Richard L.

A Caddie’s Blessing—Walking The Walk With a Legend

It was the best of tournaments at the worst time (because the word “time” requires more room to define in the dictionary than any word, including love), because I finally caught and beat The King.

It is time and it was time for Mr. Palmer to stalk Augusta National one final time. And as I watched and wiped the tears away, the Pebble memories returned—talking golf, cleaning his clubs, sharing his lunch or exchanging a “high-five” following a great shot. My cherished memories hit me harder than a Top-Flite between the eyes.

The TV cameras that fell in love with him dutifully recorded the final round. And I’m watching the faces on “patrons” as he walks by; they’re all smiling. I’m watching his face—the lines, the smile, the eyes. I see how he holds the ball and tee together prior to puttin’ ‘em in the ground, and I’m thinking how fortunate—no, how blessed—I am to have spent years with this man.

I caddied for arguably the most popular golfer ever, but unless you’ve walked and talked with this man, unless you’ve watched how he treats people and feel the love returned, well, let’s simply say, my caddie role provided a professional and personal perspective I wouldn’t trade for a double eagle on an 899-yard par-eight.

While working for Arnold Palmer, every step you take is stride for stride with greatness. And you can feel the crowd’s energy.

They want to applaud. They want to touch him. They yell his name, and they are in awe of his presence.

I miss being his caddie. I miss the relationship, and that “I told you so” grin when he hits a remarkable or “called” shot or the look he gets while preparing for a shot with no resignation to age.

I miss his famous “hitch” of the pants. Or when I was a little slow to the green, he’d sidearm that dirty ball as a soft reminder, then wait with a cupped hand behind his back for it’s spotless return, the same way, every time.

Golf is a game that allows you to play with your heroes.

I had the opportunity to walk and talk the game with a legend. I was his caddie, and to have discussed club selection, yardage, pin location, the wind or any factor regarding a shot, with Arnold Palmer, well, even for a guy who writes, it’s hard to describe. But really, how lucky am I?

Scott H.

Golf is the Best Four Letter Word

Happy Birthday Arnold. My wishes may be a bit different than most you have received to date. I want to thank you and golf for all the friendships we have made throughout the world, because I have been a member of Arnie's Army since the mid 50's when I started caddying.

Every time I have attended a tournament to watch you, my wife Julie and I have met and befriended so many people and those friendships have carried on through the years. Whether it was at your last Open (British) in 1995, in Hawaii as a marshal at the Senior Skins or as a guest of PCDC at Bay Hill, the people we have come in contact with, as well as you and your family, have been great. We will carry those memories with us always.

I was honored that you thought enough of the Walnut Curio cabinet I custom built for Ed containing all the balls from your 1996 Presidents Cup team victory that you included it in the special exhibit at the World Golf Hall of Fame. And also, I had the opportunity to present you with the painting I had done of you and Mrs. Palmer at the Bay Hill Invitational. Golf is the best four letter word, and you have made it what it is today.

Best wishes for a great 80th, and may there be many more.

Ron & Julie A.

Greatest Disappointment

One of my greatest disappointments in life was not shaking your hand in 1998 when you stopped by Bear Creek Golf Club in Denver after your round at the 1998 Sr. Open at Cherry Hills. You were walking alone in our newly renovated upstairs dining area when I hurried past you on my way to my locker, late as usual for a tee time with my buddies. You gave me a cheery hello and commented on the decor as I rushed past. I think about that often, knowing that I missed a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to shake hands with The King of golf, a legend in the game and someone that led all of us by example in what it meant to be a gentleman golfer.

So thanks to Golf Channel, I have another opportunity to say thank you for what you mean to the game. Happy Birthday to you sir, and I salute you. Please accept my hand of congratulations and thanks for all the joy you have given all of us over the years.

Rob T.

My Hero, Happy Birthday

I had the good fortune, in 1956, to have Arnold introduce himself and his late wife Winnie to me at the Canadian Open. He was the defending champion, and I was a 12 year old watching him hit balls to his caddie down the practice range. That chance meeting would change my life. Over the next 50 years, I have visited with him whenever he came to Canada to play in tournaments, exhibitions or business affairs. I have visited with him at the 1963 U.S. Open at Brookline where I was introduced to his late mother and father. While on business trips, I have visited with him at Senior Tour events in Sarasota, Tampa and Boston. In Boston, I was standing behind the ropes on the 10th fairway, all by myself, when he spotted me and came over to say hello. These are the things that make him so special. He is my hero.

Tomorrow, September 10, he will celebrate his 80th birthday at home in Latrobe. For the 14th year, I will be traveling to Latrobe with some friends to play golf on his course. Over these years, I have seen him on several occasions and enjoyed the few minutes we were able to spend together. Hopefully, this weekend we will connect again.

Arnie, have a happy 80th birthday.

Your friend,

Colin T.

Thank You Letter

It was May 1996, and we were having a sales meeting at Latrobe CC. You were doing a shoot for Sears clothing. You came into the meeting and asked us if we'd like to have some pictures with you, and you invited us to your office the next day. There were about 15 of us there, and we jumped at the opportunity. We got a full tour of your office. You were in a meeting, but you came out and told us to look around. Some of us took pictures and actually held some of your trophies.

I have one of me with The Claret Jug. We noticed your workshop where you made and modified golf clubs. I sent you some of our abrasive belts and wheels for your shop, and we talked about your "tinkering" with clubs. I'll never forget your interest in our products.

When I got home, you sent me a letter thanking me for the samples. I display that letter with our picture we took the day before in my house. I would like to thank you Arnie for your hospitality, and all that you have done and continue to do for this great game.

Have a great 80th birthday.

George A.

What a Gentleman!

In 1967, the U.S. Open played at Baltusrol in NJ. I assumed that most players and Mr. Palmer stayed in NY City. One day, for a practice round, Mr. Palmer arrived in mid-afternoon and played with some very young players during the practice round. On the fifth green, one of the young golfers had a fairly short putt for birdie. He was having problems with pulling the putter back. After several attempts, Mr. Palmer approached him, placed his arm around him and bent down so as to read the putt. Obviously, he did not want to place additional pressure on the young player, and that seemed to relax him. Sure enough, he made the putt. What a gentleman! All of today's golfers should kiss the ground that Mr. Palmer walks on for he and he alone brought golf to where it is today. Mr. Palmer was instrumental in getting many of us to try this wonderful sport. I am glad that I did and still enjoy it today.

Thank You Mr. Palmer.

Wishing you a very Happy 80th and sustained good health.

Orazio F.

Birthday Wishes from Jim G.

I would like to wish Arnold a very happy 80th birthday and thank him for all he has done for golf and the human race.

Jim G.

Birthday Wishes from Brett H.

You are the man Arnold Palmer. I feel like I have known you forever, even though I have never met you. Your life represents all that is cordial and gentlemanly, and you bring a smile to my face and warmth to my heart.

There should be a worldwide Arnold Palmer Day to represent the millions of lives you have touched. You are a heroic champion, but at the same time you’re a “regular Joe.” Yes, you are one of the all-time greatest golfers, but you are also of the all-time greatest human beings. I don't know much about Elvis, but you will always be The King in my book.

Happy Birthday Arnie! Thank you for being you.

Brett H.

In Awe of Your Grace

Dear Mr. Palmer,

Having turned 60 years old in July, golf and you are synonymous to me. I play and watch Golf because of you. I've had a Golf Shop in my home town for 11 years, because the love I have for the game goes back to the love and respect I have for you.

That seed was planted when, as a kid watching an event at Medinah C.C. in Medinah, IL near Chicago, my Dad had dropped me off that morning and was to pick me up after he finished work. I bounded around the course trying to see all I could. Then in the early afternoon a storm stopped play. Players scurried to the safety of the clubhouse—all but one, you Mr. Palmer. You drove your golf cart to your Cadillac in the parking lot, put your clubs away in the trunk and then sat there in the cart under a tree and signed autographs and talked to fans for over an hour. I watched in disbelief and admiration as you interacted with your “Army".

I wish I had not been so shy, or I would have gone up to you for an autograph or a hand shake. But I really was in awe of your grace. I have told this story many times to many people. Now, it's my pleasure to tell you and wish you a very Happy Birthday.

Your fan forever!

Rob G.

Birthday Wishes from Mitch F.

My father started playing the game when he was a young man in his teens, and when I started taking interest in the game, you were the first person he mentioned to me. It wasn't hard to figure out why. You are clearly an inspiration and role model to your peers, competitors, family and followers. I have never met you, but just the same, I have watched, learned and taken note like so many others, how you have grown the game, respected others while winning or in defeat and always put your best foot forward in difficult times when it presented itself.

You are truly a humble man, and not only have I enjoyed how you played the game, but what you have done for the game while it has been playing in the background, so to speak. You are truly "The King".

Enjoy your 80th, Happy Birthday Mr. Palmer!!

Mitch F.

Birthday Wishes from Lonnie T.

I have always been a huge Arnie fan throughout the years and only wish we could turn back the pages one more time and watch him and Jack battle once again. Here’s to a fabulous 80th birthday, Arnie. I wish all the best for you and your family. Your dedication and loyalty throughout the years has been inspiring for everyone, and there will never be another like you. Happy Birthday!

Lonnie T.

Birthday Wishes from Patricia D.

I would like to extend my sincere best wishes to you for a Happy 80th Birthday on September 10, 2009. It just so happens that you and I share the same birthday. I was born on September 10, 1955 in Sudbury, Ontario, Canada. I will be celebrating my 54th birthday this week.

Not only do we share the same birthday, we also share a passion for golf. I was introduced to the game of golf in 1987 by my husband, and I must admit I was hooked completely! Rarely has a summer gone by that we haven't been out on a course in all kinds of weather.

While we may not be PGA TOUR caliber, we enjoy playing golf very much and are always looking at ways to improve our game. Your contribution to the game of golf is such an inspiration. We hope you have a very Happy Birthday, and we wish you many more to come.

Yours very truly,

Patricia D.

Birthday Wishes from Mike K.

Thank you Arnie, for being the best ambassador golf has ever had. I hope your birthday is glorious and brings you as much joy as you have brought others throughout your lifetime. May your drives be long and straight while your putts drop to the bottom of the cup.

Mike K.

Arnold Palmer Cardboard Cut Out

I remember when I was five years old, and I saw a cardboard stand up of some guy with a golf club in my neighbor’s garage. Betty told me it was the greatest golfer in the world, Arnold Palmer. That afternoon, Betty took me over to an empty field and gave me my first golf lesson. Later, my uncle gave me an old set of clubs, and Betty continued to teach and talk about "her Arnie". Arnold Palmer became my golf hero, and as I grew, I found out how great of person he also was.

This year will be my 40th year of playing golf, and all that joy happened because of a cardboard stand up. Betty still has the cardboard cutout in her garage. She is in her 90's and was just inducted to the Iowa Golf Hall of Fame.

Happy Birthday Mr. Palmer,

Thank you, Mr. Palmer, for everything.

Bill M.

My Inspiration

As a loyal member of your Army since the early 60's, I want to thank you for inspiring me to take up the game of golf as a youngster. It has been a journey of almost fifty years, which included playing varsity golf in high school and college against some of the best players in the country. Also, I got the opportunity to play around the world at a number of the best courses such as Pebble Beach, St. Andrews and Old Head.

Golf has been extremely beneficial to my business career and has provided me with a wonderful opportunity to spend quality time with family and friends in a beautiful outdoor setting. You embody the ultimate gentleman and serve as the premier ambassador of the game. Congratulations on your 80th birthday, and best wishes for many more healthy and happy rounds.

Happy 80th Birthday, Arnie!

Rich N.

My Role Model

Like so many others, I started playing golf because of Arnold Palmer. I was twelve years old watching television when my visiting uncle from Pittsburgh said, "That's Arnold Palmer." I remember watching this man crouching over a ball and hearing a crowd of people erupt in applause as he rolled it into the hole. It was the 1962 Masters. Soon after that, I made a putter out of a block of wood and steel rod, cut a round circle out of cardboard, and began pretending I was Arnold Palmer putting out on our dirt driveway. I have loved golf ever since and respected Arnold Palmer all these years for the way he has conducted himself and what he has given to the sport.

Happy birthday, Mr. Palmer,

Bob C.

Arnie’s Human Touch by Rich A.

I actually have two stories, and both occurred at the Peter Jacobsen hosted Fred Meyer Challenge in Portland, OR a number of years ago where Arnie was a regular participant.

1) Part of the benefit of being able to watch the tournament in a corporate hospitality tent was the chance to meet one of the pros after the round on the tournaments first day when each was assigned to stop by a tent for a visit. We were very fortunate one year to have Mr. Palmer as the guest pro in our tent. In addition to my wife and kids, my parents also were able to attend the event. Both are very close to Arnold in age and witnessed his affect on the golf world with great admiration and affection. I talked my mom into meeting Arnie as he circulated through the tent. She stepped forward, put out her hand and said, “Hi Arnie, I don’t want to bother you for an autograph, I just want to shake your hand.” Arnie winked at her and shook her hand and said, “Well it would be my pleasure.” As my 75+ year old mother turned around and made room for other well wishers, she was as giddy as a school girl as she stated with glee, “he touched me!” My teenage daughter got an especially big kick out of her Grandma’s reaction.

2) The annual gala dinner was complete, and those in attendance were milling around waiting for the evening concert to begin. My wife and I were sitting alone at our dinner table in the back half of the banquet room talking and watching the activity when Mr. Palmer walked towards us on his way back to his hotel for the evening. As he approached, I stood up and extended my hand and thanked him for coming to the tournament every year and helping to make it such a special event for golf fans. He stopped and shook my hand, and with great humility, deferred the praise to Peter Jacobsen and his group for running a great tournament. He turned to leave and as he passed my wife (who really doesn’t pay much attention to golf) sitting in the chair next to me, he winked at her and patted her on the shoulder and thanked her for coming. As he disappeared out of the door, I turned to look at my wife, and she had tears running down her cheeks. When I asked what was wrong, she explained that she was just really touched by the fact that a man as well known and recognized as Arnie would be so humble and take a moment to offer a human touch and thank her for the being there.

Both of these stories show genuine and honest reactions to someone that is bigger than life, but has earned the world’s respect with his humility and class.

Rich A.

Birthday Wishes from Carol G.

37 Years Later…

I am writing to apologize, albeit 37 years late, for my rudeness toward you on one of the practice days at the 1972 PGA Championship at Oakland Hills Country Club in Bloomfield Township, Michigan.

I was young, had a new Nikon camera, and got caught up in the frenzy surrounding you. As you began to walk toward your next hole, I planted myself right in front of you to take your picture. For that, I deeply apologize.

CONGRATULATIONS on your 80th Birthday and best wishes for many more to come.

Carol G

Arnie Fixes his Swing by Joe G.

Many years ago, when I was an assistant pro at Fircrest Country Club in Fircrest, Washington, the Carling Open, a PGA TOUR event, was being held. Arnie arrived, came in the pro shop, introduced himself, asked how everything was going and wanted to know where Doug Sanders and Dow Finsterwald were on the course. I told him, and he sent off running to join them.

Everyday he would come in the pro shop, sneak into the back room to get away from the crowds and fiddle with his clubs. He would talk to me like he knew me all his life. He had just won the Masters and was “the man”. I was just a few years younger than Arnie, and he was my hero, like many other young pros. During the first round of the tournament, he was playing the 18th hole which runs right next to the club house. His drive was awesome and only a half wedge from the green. With all those people watching, he proceeded to chunk his wedge about halfway to the green. It was a short chip and a bogey finish.

Smoke was coming out of his ears. He returned to the pro shop, got some range balls and went to the range. I watched him finish up, so I know he was mad.

After hitting a few balls, he came in the shop and asked me if I had a hammer. I gave him one, and he beat on that wedge a few times. Then he went back out to the range, then back in the shop to do the same thing, only this time, since I was also playing Wilson staffs, I suggested he try my wedge out. He thanked me and went out to hit a few more balls.

When he came back, he said, “Joe, do you have a hack saw in here?”

“Yes, I do,” I replied. He put his wedge in the vise and whacked off about one half of an inch, thanks me. Then he left again.

The next day, he came back in. Walked back to the work bench and put his driver in the vise. It was a Ben Hogan Persimmon Speed Slot, the one shown on the cover of the 50th anniversary issue of Golf Magazine. He grabbed it by the head and yanked it. He showed it to me, and it was about 3 degrees open.

At the same visit, he took his putter, an old beat up Tommy Armour Blade, removed the leather grip and asked me for some tape. I couldn’t believe what I was seeing! There was nothing under the leather grip, besides the steel shaft!

He rewound the grip back on, and that was it. I remember he had big hands and such a small grip on his putter.

Several years later, I got to play in the Seattle Open, and Arnold was putting along with all of the pros. I introduced myself and said, “I don’t expect you to remember me.” Then I went on to talk about the club bending and wedge shortening. Dammed if he didn’t say, “I do remember that.”

Once again, while giving an expedition in Olympia, Washington, I met up with him again when I had my teenage son with me. He acknowledged me, shook our hands and was such a nice guy. I have told this story to a lot of people that did not realize how wonderful this man was, and still is, to the golf world.

Happy birthday Arnold! You’re still the greatest!

Joe G.

Birthday Wishes from Olga S.

I really enjoy watching you on the PGA, but I really relished when you played with your grandson. The way you were looking at him you could feel the love through the television set. What a great human being you are!

Happy Birthday, Mr. Palmer and many many returns.

A fan from Canada,
Olga S.

Birthday Wishes from Joseph D.

Happy Birthday Arnie:
I have lived within driving distance of Latrobe, Pa (where Arnie is from) and have been a fan for a long time. I am planning to attend the Pittsburgh Pirates birthday salute on September 8th at PNC Park. I always liked Arnie’s personality and great golf game. I enjoy watching him hit the first ball at the Masters, and I hope to meet him someday.

Joseph D.

Birthday Wishes from Mark C.

You are the reason I became a golfer. I was an 11-year-old boy sitting in front of the black and white TV watching you and Julius Boros duel it out for the 1968 PGA Championship, and from then on, I wanted to play golf. Many years later, Pecan Valley was the first course I played when my wife and I moved to San Antonio. I could walk where you walked and relive those moments. Thanks Arnie and Happy Birthday.

All the Best!
Mark C.

Birthday Wishes from Mark C.

You are the reason I became a golfer. I was an 11-year-old boy sitting in front of the black and white TV watching you and Julius Boros duel it out for the 1968 PGA Championship, and from then on, I wanted to play golf. Many years later, Pecan Valley was the first course I played when my wife and I moved to San Antonio. I could walk where you walked and relive those moments. Thanks Arnie and Happy Birthday.

All the Best!
Mark C.

Member of Arnie’s Army

I can't remember the exact year (I think 1989 or 1990) I visited Bay Hill while attending a business conference. I had flown in from my hometown of Wichita, Kansas. It was the first year Bay Hill had rooms available for rent. Instead of booking at the business conference hotel, I booked a room at Bay Hill. Buying the "package" of the day, I received a room, one round of golf, and unlimited use of the practice facility (range balls included) for $139.00 per day. I bought two days worth. It was quite a deal compared to today's rates at any resort. My flight put me into the resort just after lunch, so I stopped at the dining room for a sandwich. As I dug into my club sandwich, I glanced out the large picture windows overlooking the putting greens, and there was Arnold practicing putting. After almost choking on my sandwich, I exclaimed to the group at the table next to me, "Look, there is Arnold Palmer!" The reply clearly reminded me of where I was. The nearest person said, "well, yes, he lives here." DUH!

Unable to contain my excitement, lunch ended immediately. This was the day I would meet the KING. As I walked toward Mr. Palmer, he somehow perceived my presence from across the green. The King knew what was coming. He turned to me and smiled and extended his hand before I had a chance to extend mine. This is and always will be, my image of Arnold Palmer. Hand extended in friendship, even to a stranger.

Happy Birthday Arnold.

Unashamedly one of your Army,
Larry S.

Arnold Palmer Cadillac

We first met in 1974 when you and Mr. Gar Laux opened "Arnold Palmer Cadillac" in Charlotte, NC. Mr. Laux hired me to manage the Service & Parts departments. I remember on one of your visits, we walked down Tryon Street headed for the City Club for lunch. Many folks would stop to ask for your autograph and you never hesitated in taking the time to not only give them your autograph, but to also talk with each of them. It took us forever to walk those few blocks, but what a pleasure it was to see the love they all had for you.

I have many fond memories of those years working with you and Mr. Laux. You are a true gentleman, and I wish you the happiest birthday ever and of course, many, many more.

Don B.

Birthday Wishes from Michael R.

I wanted to take a moment to wish you a most happy 80th birthday, and may God bless you and grant you many more birthdays.

Michael R.

Arnie Always has Time for His Fans

I used to live at Inverrary in Lauderhill, Fl. and used to see Mr. Palmer during the Jackie Gleason Tournament. He played in the Pro-Am event with Jack, Jackie Gleeson, President Ford and Bob Hope. What a five-some. I watched all the little things he did, and every thing was pure sportsmanship. The way he carried himself through the crowd (stopping to sign autographs, posing for pictures with anyone who asked and never getting annoyed) reflected well on him and golf. He kept the tradition of class and golf even though no one had ever been as big a star as him. Perhaps that's why today my favorite golfer is Phil Michelson, who keeps the Palmer spirit going on the tour. He always has time for the fans.

Ricky N.

Long Live the King

Mr. Palmer, I didn't pick up golf until I was 21 years old. I went with a work acquaintance and his son to watch them play one day just for something to do. I had watched a golf tournament ('67) that you played in the weekend before, and your mannerisms and obvious love for what you were doing made me curious. Well, I borrowed my friend’s driver and took one awkward swing and hit it about 150 yards down the fairway. The sound and the flight of the ball had me hooked. I did begin to hit it a lot further (thank God). Since then, I have hauled my clubs around a large part of the world culminated with my trip to St. Andrews a couple of years ago. I believe Tom Watson referred to links golf on those rolling dunes as "a mystical experience". He was right! The thought of you, Jack, Tiger and many, many more playing that course, the excitement that I felt watching you and then me being there still sends chills up my spine. I'm retiring next year, and I plan on taking my 20 handicap to the course and playing everyday( I'm not exaggerating). Maybe I can get it down to 19 if I start playing more than twice a month (ha!).

You have no idea the enjoyment I have had and I look forward to continuing to have playing the sport you turned me on to. I could fill up several volumes trying to explain all golf has meant to me, but something tells me you understand. Long live the King.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!!!!
Johnny K.

Birthday Message from Jacques L.

I met him once in Woodbridge, Ontario, Canada, and all i can say is he is the most kind and considerate gentleman I’ve ever met. I wish Mr. Palmer all the best on his 80th birthday may your love of life and people be with you always.

Your fan and friend
Jacques L.

Thanks for the Memories

Mister Palmer
Happy 80th! I’ve watch you for years in competition, celebrity events and when your giving special commentaries at events. It’s great to see you continue to be a driving force for everything that’s good in golf. I started watching you when I was a kid, and you are one of the reasons I play today. I saw you on TV at a golf match and was so intrigued with the game, I saved my money I earned so I could buy an Arnold Palmer putter. I talked my dad into letting me make a small green in our backyard, and that’s where I practiced putting and chipping. Thanks for the memories and Happy Birthday.

Dave S.

Birthday Wishes from Chris R.

Mister Palmer
I wish you a very healthy and Happy Birthday. I can't wait until we are celebrating your 90th and 100th

Chris R.

Arnold Palmer is Inspiration by Jim W.

I was 14 when you won your first Masters. I was young and impressionable, yes, but also aware of other sports figures of the day. However, I sensed something special in your play, and as the years went by, I came to respect who and what you are more than your records. I suppose the reasons why you are so beloved by all have been written many times over. That's a big word, but you've never changed in a negative way. To me, you've only become more a part of our life and times than anyone I can think of. I thank the Lord that he has given us 80 years with you and am looking forward to many more. Enjoy every minute of every day, for you have earned the respect and gratitude of countless people who have been inspired by your honesty and love of life. Have the happiest of birthdays, Mr. Palmer!

Jim W.

First Arnold Palmer Experience by Victor P.

First, no disrespect to Jack Nicklaus but… As a teenager growing up in the 60s, following golf as a hobby until my senior year in High School (1968), I loved Jack. He was the man, my idol. Then in 1968, my family, who was now really getting into golf decided to go to Palm Springs and watch the Bob Hope Classic. Our family doctor was an amateur playing in the event, so it would be fun watching him.

This week was when my view of who “was the man” changed. After watching many different pros play, I decided on Saturday I would follow Arnold Palmer. And it seemed everyone else decided the same thing as there were, it seemed, thousands following Arnie. Being a pretty healthy 17 year old, I decided to watch every shot, which meant walking fast between shots. Arnie walked just as fast, and I saw every shot for two days. And I stood as close as the ropes would allow to watch every shot. Here is the “ah-ha moment”. Whenever Arnie looked into the crowd, the thousands of fans, the multitude of his army, he seemed to look directly at me, as if he knew me. I’m sure I wasn’t the only one who felt this, but for those 36 holes, I felt as if I was the only one in the gallery.

From that moment on, Arnie was it. I followed him at other Hopes. I stood behind him at La Costa watching him send his practice shots, from wedge to driver, to the feet of his caddie, who stood in the range. And the topper, I was star struck, yet felt Arnie was approachable, so I sent him an invitation to my High School graduation. He sent back a signed letter expressing that I should have continued success on my golf game and included a signed, used golf glove (with red dye from his grips). I like to believe it was from his victory at the Kemper that year. I still have it 41 years later. It is with my “Arnold Palmer teaches golf” record he recorded after his 58 Masters win.

So Arnie, congratulation on your 80th Birthday! Since we first met and until we meet again, you are the greatest. You are a man of class and power, but a man of humility and compassion. You will always be my favorite.

Victor P.

Arnie’s Last Victory

I’ve been an Arnie fan since I was a kid in the early '60s when I started playing golf, and I’m also a Wake Forest fan and a Wake graduate, so being in Arnie's Army was just natural. So anyway, back in the '80s I decided to make a career change, and I got an assistant pro job at Hermitage Country Club in Richmond, VA. Hermitage was a pretty big club, and I was the #3 assistant, which meant long hours and a lot of cart duty which was not very exciting—actually pretty boring. But then the Crestar Classic rolled around, the PGA Senior tournament held  back then at Hermitage, and yes, Arnie was there.

I was able to spend a little time around the clubhouse and practice area. I was fascinated watching Arnie practice short putts, about 4-5 footers. He was lucky to make one out of three, it seems. I was pulling for him to make those putts, even on the putting green, because he looked just as pained when they rolled by as he did on TV during a real round. But he played great, and on the last day I abandoned my duties at the cart barn (I was already thinking about another career change anyway) and headed out to watch Arnie. And so did thousands of others. Even my neighbor, who had always made fun of golf (he was 6'5" and a great athlete), was following Arnie around. It was his first golf tournament, and Arnie was winning. 

I caught up with Arnie on the back nine. With a couple holes left, it was apparent he had it won. He just needed to play it safe and par in. Well, I think it was on 17, he hooked his tee shot badly in the woods on the left. I managed to cross over the fairway and was one of only a few who was in there to see Arnie's lie. He didn't have anything, couldn't even pitch out sideways; I thought his best shot was back toward the tee. But Arnie wasn't looking backwards or even sideways. He was squinting through the pine trees toward the green—an impossible shot. You couldn't shoot a .22 through the biggest opening without clipping a branch. But in an instant he had pulled a club and fired a waist-high laser beam that zeroed in on the green. Party over. 

That was Arnie's last win, and for a brief while I was a golf professional at the same time on the same course. That's where the similarities end, I guess, except I'm sure we both have a great memory of that day at Hermitage.

Dan H. Jr.

Arnie’s Army

The year was 1967. I was stationed in Chu Lai, South Vietnam with the 39th Engineer Battalion. One day another Chicago native, Wally Schneider, and I were discussing our golf games when I suggested we write to Arnie and ask for a sand wedge and a few golf balls. (The entire area where we were stationed was made up of sand.) When Wally said "We don't have his address,” I told him Latrobe, PA would probably do the trick.

So, off goes our letter. We were both shocked when we received a personal note from Arnie, thanking us for our service and informing us that he was indeed sending each of us an Arnold Palmer sand wedge and a dozen balls. Sure enough, the clubs and balls showed up about a week later, hence we spent our spare time working on sand shots. The story got picked up by the wire services; I still have a copy of an article that my Mom saved from the local paper. It was titled "Arnie helps GI Joes." I still have the sand wedge. The balls are strewn around Southeast Asia.

I attended the Western Open, at Olympia Fields, in 1968 and waited outside the clubhouse for Arnie after his round. I was really impressed when, after telling him I was one of the guys he sent the clubs to, Arnie asked, "Are you Jeff or Wally?" The fact that he not only remembered sending the clubs, but also remembered our names blew my mind. He spent about 20 minutes with me, asking what my plans were, now that I was a civilian again, and wished me well in the future.

He'd already been my hero since about 1960, and this incredible experience certainly did nothing to tarnish that image. I'm no longer in the U.S. Army, but I'm a lifer in Arnie's Army!

Jeff R.

An Afternoon with Arnie

In 1984, I was living in the community of Suntree, located in Melbourne FL. Suntree Country Club was a host site in the early years of the Senior PGA Tour. On an afternoon prior to the tournament, I was walking home from a friend’s house and had to cut across the golf course. I was walking along the back of the first green of the south nine, a dogleg, when I noticed a ball bounding down the fairway, a good result, and paused to see who would walk out from behind the stand of trees and palmettos that blinded my view of the teeing area. From a distance of two hundred yards, thinking it would be a club member, it took no more then two strides to recognize “The Man” when he came into view.

Mr. Palmer was alone with his caddie, playing a practice round. I watched him play his shot into the green, and after he putted around the green for a minute, he started walking toward me. I was looking around to where he could be going, because I was not in the path of the next tee box. Well, he greeted me with the friendly eye contact and smile he is famous for, shook my hand and asked me if I would like to walk along with him for a bit. I was a bit stunned by this point, but I began walking and chatting with the King like he was a part of my family. For nine holes, we walked and talked about the golf course and golf—as best as this 18-year-old kid could do—school, a lot really. We would proceed to walk and chat for nine holes practically uninterrupted, with the exception of a few club members living along the golf course who would dart out for an autograph. It was like tagging along with a friend for a causal round. Except it was Arnie. Classic Arnie.

I recall thanking him and making my way home to tell my Dad. I was just about to my house when I heard the popping of helicopter rotors nearby, and the next thing I see is him flying off into the evening sky. I remember thinking, “damn, there goes Arnie.”  It was all too much!  It was quite an afternoon for a young, impressionable kid. He did not have to acknowledge me, but he did. That’s Arnie.

Gary B.

Best Birthday Ever

I’m a 56-year-old Arnold Palmer worshiper. Like many of us, I am fortunate to have had Mr. Palmer sign a few autographs when I attended various golf tournaments in South Florida. Here are two things I’ll never forget: the first time I got to see him and the first time I got to meet him.

At the first tournament I ever attended in the 70’s, I saw him warming up on the driving range. His caddie was out in the middle of the range with a first basemen’s mitt catching Arnie’s shots. His accuracy was so precise I couldn’t believe it. Every shot was perfect, the caddie never moving more than one step! After a few, he would choose another club, move the caddie in or out, and hit it right to him again. It was the most incredible thing I’ve ever seen.

But my most precious moment came on my 49th birthday. A friend of mine knew a member at Bay Hill and made arrangements for us to play. Needless to say, all I could think about leading up to the big day was “I wonder if Arnie will be there?”  Well, he was, and it turned out to be the best birthday ever. Arnie saw our group waiting on the first tee and without being prompted, he came over to welcome us to his course and to wish us well on our round. I got up enough nerve to mention it was my birthday and asked if he would mind taking a picture with me. He insisted on taking individual pictures with each one of us. After the round, we met again in the men’s grillroom. He played about five groups behind us, so we were already sitting around a table going over our scores. He came up to us, confirmed that we had a good time and signed my scorecard. After developing the picture, I sent the photo to the member at Bay Hill and Mr. Palmer signed it with the inscription: “To Tony, Happy Birthday. I hope you enjoyed Bay Hill.” Both the scorecard and picture are framed together hanging above my desk.

Tony R.

Once Lost, Now Found Arnie Putter

My son and I met Arnie at Bay Hill about 15 years ago on a rainy practice round day prior to the Bay Hill Invitational. I had taken my family to Disney World for a holiday the same week of the Bay Hill invitational. I convinced the wife that I had to go by the golf course on the off chance we might see Arnie. Being a practice day early in the week, we were able to park at the clubhouse. The wife stayed in the van while my son and I went into the pro shop to have a look around. Once in the pro shop, I noticed a remake of the old Arnold Palmer original putter with the leather wrap grip, and there is only one available. I had an original as a kid, but it disappeared out of my bag in the 70’s. Well I had to buy the putter! I bought the putter and a score card, and out the door we go.

The wife is sitting in the minivan waiting when we spot Arnie across the street. She frowns as we head across the street. Arnie had his golf cart parked on the lawn, and he was at the door of the house talking a fellow golfer. I was told it was his guest house. Not wanting to intrude, my son and I stand on the curb just waiting. Arnie does a couple of shoulder checks while were waiting. After about 5 minutes, he calls for us to come up. Arnie was very nice and asked what he could help us with. I had a pen and asked if he would autograph the score card. He led us to the cart saying he had a good permanent marker in the cart. After signing the card he asked my son what he was holding. My 8-year-old son started talking a mile a minute about how his dad found this putter in the pro shop, and it’s been 20 years since he lost his. Arnie just listened and smiled through the whole story. When my son finally finished the story, Arnie took the putter and signed the leather grip. The fellow on the steps called out to Arnie and said he better pull the sock off that putter and make sure Jack’s name isn’t on it. Arnie shot him a look, and they both laughed.

The putter sits on my mantle where I can see it everyday. My wife could never figure out why I paid $200 for a putter I never use.

Arnie was the first class person I had always heard and read about. It was a pleasure and honor to meet him in person. He gave my son and I a gift we will always cherish.

Brian H.

TWO IDOLS: ONE MAGICAL MOMENT

I grew up idolizing my Dad, a lifetime golfer and lover of the game, and watching Arnold Palmer on TV while my father talked about him with such admiration. This was my Arnold Parmer experience:

After a wonderful, but too short a life, my Dad was given only a year to live (due to cancer). On one of the last times that I visited him, we had begun to watch the final round of the Senior PGA event on TV. Immediately, I realized that the event was happening right in Sarasota (TPC at Prestancia). After asking why we hadn’t gone to the event (my parents lived in nearby Bradenton, Florida), my Dad said that he wasn’t sure that he would have the stamina. With my encouragement we got in the car right then and drove over to the event. We made it to the 18th green and watched everyone come in. That would have been enough for both of us, but then there was frosting on the cake.

Arnold Palmer was signing autographs, and we walked over to wait our turn. I remember that it struck me how patiently and unhurriedly he was dealing with each fan. When it was my turn, my Dad was right behind me. As Arnie began to sign my ticket stub, Dad said, “Watch the man work Susie.” Arnie started to smile, then slowly looked up at me and smiled, and then looked beyond me to engage my Dad with a now broad smile. For over twenty years, that memory has sustained me in times of missing my Dad. Recently, I read a biography of Arnold, and it told about how he was taught/learned to give his fans a moment to remember. I thought, that’s exactly what we had experienced. It makes me so happy to be able to add my story about Arnie to the countless others that will come from all over the world.

Thank you Arnie for the magical moment that you gave to a father and his daughter—a moment that will last a lifetime.  

Susan S.