The Augusta Rule

There’s something about Augusta in April that feels a little different from the rest of the world. The light hits softer in the morning, the grass looks almost unreal, and everything seems to move at a slower, more intentional pace. You’ve got azaleas in full bloom, the quiet hum of patrons walking the course, and that unmistakable feeling that for a few days, this place becomes the center of the sports world. It’s polished, it’s traditional, and it carries a kind of reverence that you don’t really see anywhere else. Even if you’ve never been, you can feel it through the screen. And if you’re me, you take some of the best naps of the year on the couch while listening to the sounds of hushed announcers and birds chirping in the background.

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Beneath the Surface: What the Market Isn’t Telling You

About a year and a half ago, we were down in Southport over Labor Day weekend.

My wife and I had our son Kaiden with us, he was just over a year old at the time, and we were there with our family, including my wife’s parents. We decided to book a sunset boat ride together. Nothing complicated. Just a chance to get out on the water, enjoy the evening, and maybe spot a few dolphins.

It ended up being one of those nights you don’t forget.

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