My Golfing Debut
So I finally made it to a golf course—actually a driving range.
Was son Jeremy’s idea. He thinks his dad would make a good golfing buddy.
My son hit his irons well and reached impressive distances with his driver. My shots were—not so good.
“I bet a lesson would help a lot.” My youngest has a way of saying unpleasant things in a pleasant way.
A lesson, really?
Doesn’t he know I was second string on the Canyon High School golf team? Why, in ’66 I came six inches from a hole in one on number seven. Six inches!
“Sure,” is what I said. “Text me that pro’s number.”
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Mike Bellah doesn't just write about retirement. He's living it—and inviting his readers along for the adventure.
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