Mrs. Johnson had a neighbor I had never met, but who came out while I was mowing and asked how much I’d charge to do his lawn too. I did his after h...ers. That’s why I was gone through lunch. When I got back, Tabby was back home. Randi had gotten in from class. My mom was dressed, and sitting in an easy chair, reading a magazine. She looked up at me as I came in.“I wondered where you were,” she said, taking in my sweat-soaked, and grass covered clothes. “Take your clothes off on the back porch,. Eventually he made the last step and he was in front of the Wall. The Wall filled with names, that went on for ages and contained so many memories of so long ago and those who went on first and those who had joined them over time.It was a memorial of the regiment and had the names of all those who served from the first formation to those who fell in the last battles. The names of all those men and women and their deeds they carried out are all recorded in the Wall for those who remember and to. Friday was more of the same. There was something about this course, and this tournament, that gave my two golfers an air of confidence. But you can be as steadfast and determined as you please, and you've still got to go out and put up a number. Kim did. She shot a 68. Tess picked up her second straight 71.No making-the-cut problems this trip. Kim's 140 had her in the tournament's top ten after two rounds, and Tess was well ahead of the cut line with her 142.Tess made a nice little charge in. Daddy laughs too and says, “Yeah, it’s real ghetto.” I like this moment, because it feels like we are friends. I place the beer I brought on the table. Daddy’s dog, a friendly pit bull, puts his head on my leg for attention and petting. (I like the feel of his soft, white chest hair.) Daddy Pete smells clean, like soap, and I imagine his hair is damp, though I can’t tell for sure. I make some small talk about the view and muse aloud about what direction we’re facing; I have a terrible sense of.