Whole in Juan

One day I will take up golf. Before he was struck by illness, my late father took a liking to the game and, during the rather brief time he played, he looked like he was having a blast. He was introduced to it by a close friend of his, who was also kind enough to give him a set of clubs and a couple of golf bags to get him started. I still remember the morning we picked the clubs up, my father was as happy as a clam. In the weekends that followed, he was out of the house at the crack of dawn Saturday and would return shortly before lunch brandishing a tan that would make George Hamilton proud. He was pretty good at it--winning a tournament in his skill class. Never are an umbrella, a shirt, and a jacket more valuable than when they are prizes for a golf tournament. It was the happiest Papa would be in a long time.