July 19, 2003 - Saturday
Instead of watching bowling at lunch, we watched a little of the British Open today. Harry asked if there was racing on and I said I didn't think so, but that there was probably golf. He seemed to like that idea. Having played golf himself, Harry understands all about getting the ball in the hole now and together we watched with a shared understanding as the professionals went about their putting. Then Harry asked, "why aren't they at the one that goes into the house?"
I smiled and said "I don't think they've gotten to that one yet," knowing full well that, unlike the course Harry was remembering, the 10th hole at Royal St. Georges did not actually go up a ramp, through a house, out the other side.