The guy in this photo is my dad. It looks like it was taken in the late-1980s, toward the end of his golf career. Like a lot of men of his era, Dad got really hooked on golf when Arnie took the game by storm in the late fifties. Entirely self-taught, he was a pretty decent stick in his day, with a slashing Palmeresque swing and—as I am reminded of now, looking at this picture—a habit of carrying an incredible amount of junk in his pockets when he played. Naturally, it was he who introduced me to the game.
Of my many memories of my father, ten years gone, one of my favorites is of the day in the early seventies when I witnessed him make a hole-in-one (his first and only) on the eleventh at his home course, Point Judith Country Club in Rhode Island. As I recall, it was a five-iron that flew straight and high and true and, in my excited mind, was in all the way. If you knew him, you wouldn't be surprised to learn that as we walked down the fairway he grumbled that the ball had flown the green—but I know he was secretly hoping to find it where we did simply because I was there with him. He tried to low-key the whole thing, but he could scarcely contain his pleasure.
So it goes with fathers, sons and golf—and many daughters, too. If your dad plays (or played) the game, you've got a story to tell. And I'm happy to publish a bunch of them in this issue. Just a few pages on, our Reader's Tee is devoted to pictures and stories of fathers and sons on golf trips here and abroad. In Global Golf you'll discover some fun places to take your son or daughter for a summertime "golf and" adventure (golf and surfing, golf and biking, and so forth). Best of all is Nicholas Payne Lapham's remembrance of his grandfather Lewis ("The Game He Loved,"), an important figure in American golf who taught the author the game and from whom we can all still learn a thing or two about what we should be teaching our children.
And not just about golf.