“My daughters would never let their kids out on their own,” commented one of the friends, “but I was raised like you were.”
In bringing up my own family, golf took a back seat for a number of years. However, just this past Father’s Day weekend, my two sons and I played a round in Athol. They teamed up to win, to their great delight, but this was more about the father-son relationship than about the golf.
So the stories continue to pile up. Along the way, this putter has been a fellow traveler in the history. How could I ever replace it? I probably wouldn’t putt any better anyway.
And if I ever need a replacement, my brother in Florida still has his Walter Hagen, though he no longer uses it.
“If you ever toss yours into a pond,” he said, “I’ll send you mine.”
Stuart Deane lives in Newburyport.