I wrote this awhile ago. Funny how things change. I’m now back in TC. Hopefully still a nice guy who loves golf.
I like visiting the home where I grew up – where my parents still live. Because I am not married with children, I still call my hometown, home.
“Sometimes there are moments in life that surprise me. Not in a startling way, but in a subtle way. When I go home, after all of the hugs and catching up, I carry my luggage up to my bedroom on the second floor of the house. After I set it down and I flip on my light switch, I see some of my golf clubs in the corner by the door. A few putters and a couple of short irons. If you know me at all, then you would expect me to have golf clubs in my bedroom. If you don’t know me, think of a nice guy who loves golf in your life. That’s me. Seeing the clubs in the corner, holding them in my hand and making short swings with them brings back many childhood memories for me.”