I see some work being done in our cemeteries as spring approaches and Memorial Day is at hand. Repairing, mowing, planting and other work is going on, mostly, I assume, by volunteers. How lovely the cemeteries look on Memorial Day. It's nice to drive through the countryside and see all the love that is poured out by friends and families. Not only love, but some sweat and many tears have watered the grasses in many a cemetery.

I see some work being done in our cemeteries as spring approaches and Memorial Day is at  hand. Repairing, mowing, planting and other work is going on, mostly, I assume, by volunteers. How lovely the cemeteries look on Memorial Day. It's nice to drive through the countryside and see all the love that is poured out by friends and families. Not only love, but some sweat and many tears have watered the grasses in many a cemetery.
My hat is off to those who care for the graves. All my family is far away and I cannot work on their graves, but I cannot thank people enough who contribute money, machinery and time for working in a cemetery. Thanks goodness, there are people taking care of my deceased family members.
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I am a happy camper. Baseball is back.
With all the trials and tribulations in sports, I have not given up on "America's Past time." I guess I should say that my idea of baseball is limited to the Yankees. I pay little attention to the others teams, unless they are playing my team.
When I was a kid, the Notre Dame football team ended a long, long winning streak at the University of Oklahoma. For years I heard people say that, following the Oklahoma Sooners, their second favorite team was "who ever is playing Notre Dame."
I do pay a little attention to the Minnesota Twins, and Russell roots for them, of course. When he was a kid, Minnesota had no major league team so he was a Milwaukee Braves fan and loved "Hammerin' Hank Aaron." But when a team came to the Land of 10,000 Lakes, he switched his allegiance. Although he still loves Mr. Aaron.
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This week is also my favorite time to watch golf. This is Masters Week, and most of the best players in the world are going to Augusta, Georgia, to try and win the green jacket.
The tradition of the green jacket began in 1937 when members of the Augusta National Golf Club wore a green jacket so they could be easily identified if a fan needed to ask a question. Eventually, they began giving the tournament winner a green jacket as a symbol of their membership in the club.
Today, the green jacket is one of the finest trophies in golf.
 Of course, I'm pulling for Phil Michelson at the Masters. He is such fun to watch. He always manages to pull off a boneheaded play or two, but that's why he is so lovable. He's like you and me, he makes mistakes and sometimes he overcomes and sometime he doesn't. He is, after all, just a human.
 The Masters will be a fight I am sure as everyone wants that jacket and all the rewards that come with it.

Kay Hively writes a weekly column for the Daily News.