The view out one of my windows at the Ritz at Half Moon Bay - these duffers made me think of my dad. I wonder if he played this course, putted this hole, with this view. He spent a ton of time in the area and was always golfing. The first business trip he ever took me on with him was to San Fran then on to Palo Alto (hoping to inspire me to work hard enough to get into Stanford) so I always feel close to him when I travel there. Watching these men, probably dads, in this moment in this lovely light - since my dad died on a course - was particularly poignant.
