Tessa and I lost the fight with Dad about golf, so I convinced him to let me play with him and his buddies. We all met at the clubhouse in time for breakfast. The hostess nodded as Dad and I passed her podium. I followed as Dad headed to a table with two gray haired guys deep in conversation. When they saw us, they barely looked up.

“Is that you, Mr. Sandoval?” I asked.

He stopped his conversation to check me out.

“This your boy?” he asked Dad.

“Yeah...