Back to school. Ahead to …?

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My son Jeremy and I golfed the other day at a nine hole, par three course. You can’t exactly call it golf. I scored 49 when par was 27. That’s a forgettable enough score. But what I didn’t forget is this. As we walked the course, I felt the slightest touch of coolness in the air. Coolness, in fact, is not quite the right word. It was more like a relenting. I could feel the summer heat—what summer heat we get here in Seattle—giving just a little bit of ground. Relenting. Yes, that’s the right word … [Read more...]