It rained nearly all day—not heavy but steady—and stopped just after dinner. Perfect! I knew from his manner, Dad was itching to hop in the old pickup later that evening and motor to our local, unassuming public golf course. With a bucket in one hand, a flashlight in the other, he took me to one of his favorite spots—about 100 yards down the second fairway. His other choice spot was just this side of a fairway bunker on the eleventh hole.
DetailsThe look in my wife’s eyes suggested that what she was about to tell me would be a
crushing blow. “I wasn’t able to get a ticket for you,” she said. “I’m so sorry.”
The ticket in question was to Taylor Swift’s Eras Tour, which, in the world of our
teen and pre-teen daughters, is serious currency. My wife had secured six such tickets to
the sold-out concert at Raymond James Stadium in Tampa. All of which were allotted to my
daughters, their friends, and their moms.
I put my hands on my wife’s shoulders, looked her straight in the eyes and replied,
“Don’t worry, honey. I’ll try to find something else to do.”
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