A couple of years ago, Steve and I took a trip to California, the only one ever without the kids. This was the view from our balcony, and he looked longingly at the golf course every chance he got. But I don’t golf, and I’m sure he enjoyed our trip to the Richard Millhouse Nixon Presidential Library just as much.
I Am Not a Golfer
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