Dad’s 78th birthday today, so wanted to play another round of golf with him. I’ve played a fair amount with him over the course of my life, and feel as if we are running out of time. I am so glad I spent my many weekends in college driving 3 hours home just to play weekend golf with him. I owe my love of the game to him.
As for the actual golf, he hit some good ones and some bad ones…he putted way better than the last time; still pretty yippy though and decides before even reaching the green that he can’t two putt so that’s not great. We dodged the rain for a good part of the morning, but that just meant we had the course to ourselves. We took our time and just enjoyed it.