Last summer, my teen daughter, Lucy Gordon, indicated an interest in golf. Having bought my older son, Stuart, several sets of clubs over the years that kindled little interest on his part, it was music to my ears to think I might have a family member who would share my passion for golf. Just a few obstacles needed overcoming - her 6 week summer camp each summer, her three times a week dance classes during the school year, the facility improvements at our club which eliminated our driving range and practice tee for the last year, and simply the time and commitment to foster her interest. Well, I am delighted to report that we have persevered.

     Thursday, she had her 3rd lesson. More importantly, I have taken her to hit balls between her lessons. After Thursday’s lesson, we played 5 holes. We hit balls for 2 hours Saturday morning. We’ve got a tee time for Monday. She’s got the golf bug. And I am on Cloud Nine. 

     She’s also got the confidence and exuberance that only comes with youth. She’s convinced she’ll make the Junior Varsity team this year, get a golf scholarship to college, and play on the LPGA. With the slow real estate market, maybe I need to set my goals as high. I know one thing. It sure won’t hurt spending more time in her company, while basking in her enthusiasm.