A Beautiful Shot
When Ray turned three his father made the decision to take up golf. Not because he was particularly interested in the game, but because he saw it as something that they could eventually do together; something, that as the boy grew older, would keep them close. When Ray found his own life, and it took him further and further from Hank’s influence, golf would be something that they could still share. Hank saw himself picking up Ray early for a Saturday morning tee-time, talking about Ray’s job and the family he would then have. Ray would ask him for advice and the two of them would speak freely and unhurried among the lush greens and fairways.
When Ray was little he enjoyed running around on the course, taking crazy swings or playing entire games with his driver. He would sit on his Hank’s lap and pretend to drive the golf cart.
But he never really took to the game, and when he reached an age where he was expected to follow the rules his interest began to lag. By the time he was 15 he seemed to resent having to give up a large part of his weekend to play golf with Hank, and after an overly heated argument one warm Friday night in June, Hank impulsively sold Ray’s clubs on Craigslist. He let Ray keep the money, which he promptly spent on a new video game.