Day 327 - Golf

Where'd it go, Dad?

Day 326 - Golf

Off the tee, Dad ain't pretty, but he knows where it's going . . .

Day 325 - Golf

Bump n' run, Dad, bump n' run . . .

Day 324 - Golf

My dad's short game isn't the best, but it's certainly better than mine.

Day 323 - Golf

Keith's weight is a little forward, but he still hit the crap out of the ball.

Day 322 - Golf

In his retirement, my father has embraced the game of golf, often playing two to three times a week. Keith is an infrequent participant, but a willing one whenever possible.