My daughter’s fiancé, who is now my new son-in-law, invited me to a golf outing the day before their wedding. Although it pained me deeply to admit it, the last time I had played golf was twenty-some years ago—and that was the miniature variety. With the exception of one disastrous afternoon attempt at chip and putt as an adolescent, the only other time I had ever set foot on a conventional golf course was in high school when I ran cross-country. “Sure,” I choked. “I’d be happy to come.” >>more
