Fathers with grown sons

Yesterday I did something that is special to men with grown sons. Not ALL men with grown sons, obviously. But some of us, surely.

You see, my next door neighbor thinks it's a waste of time.

My neighbor across the street was busy. So was the guy two blocks over that lived in the same neighborhood I did when I was a kid.

And that's the way it most of the time. Most of the time, when I do it, at least on the weekends, I do it alone.

"It" is golf. And the thing that is 'special' to men with grown sons, is the ability to play a round of golf with your son.

You see, the cool thing is .. having a grown son with the same interest you do, is like having a built in friend you can do stuff with.

And if he can pay his own way - even better.

Ndinombethe.

p.s. He beat the pants off me. He's got a lot to learn.

p.p.s. Now that HoneyBell has given me a new header, I feel it's incumbent on me to clean up the site and get the rest of the changes made that need to be done. So things may be different, from time to time - and given my software skills, things may or may not work properly all the time, as I will be making changes on the fly with a minimum of testing beforehand.

p.p.p.s I am also going to be consolidating the 'Tastes' of Sarah into larger segments - probably four at a time. Including the stuff from yesterday and Saturday, there are 18 segments now and that's getting to be just a bit lengthy on the sidebar.

UPDATE - This post now has a title. Duh.