In 1965 my family was transferred to Michigan, I was 10 years old. The company my father worked for started a business golf league. Once a week the company would close early for the team members to play other businesses around the Detroit area. My dad had never played golf before, so in order to improve his game, he started playing on weekends, at a local golf course. One evening, he came home with an extra set of beginners golf clubs, and informed me he was going to take me with him the coming Saturday, to start learning to play golf. To make a long story short, I became his weekend golf partner, every Saturday, that the weather allowed, we played 18 holes at Chandler Park golf club. I soon was playing as good, if not better than my dad, and learned to love not only the game, but the time I spent with my hero, my dad. Looking back on these times, he could have played with his friends, leaving me at home, but he chose to spend his time with me. My dad is gone now, but the memories of those times together will stay with me forever. Thank you Dad.
