My son came home Wednesday night from San Diego for his mom's birthday. We had four great days together, played golf Friday, I beat him, 78-80 (but it was his first round since February), had a great dinner at The Monkey Bar, watched lots of sports and about 20 episodes of Jeopardy. Today we out to my dad's farm and blew off a few hundred dollars worth of ammo. Even though he hasn't shot in six months (California livin'), he kicked my ass. He's headed back to continue his grad research tomorrow and I will miss him tremendously. All you dads know what I'm talking about.