I drove one of my sons to a birthday celebration tonight. I’ll ignore, for at least the moment, that the “party” was held about 20 miles from my home and that it included, eighteen holes of golf, lodging in a villa, meals and who knows what else. When did sixteen and seventeen year old boys start meriting that kind of party?
But I digress.
As I was saying, I drove my son to a birthday celebration and, as I was driving, realized that I had driven the same road with him about eight years ago when I took him to a spring training baseball game. I mentioned that to him and he responded, “You took me to a spring training game? When? I don’t remember it.”