21 Jun Father’s Day, Basketball, and Books
[caption id="attachment_840" align="alignnone" width="956"] Bob Armitage, South Place, 1929[/caption] He didn't have a jump hook. Far from it. And he often sliced the ball when we played golf. Still this didn't keep my dad from joyously trying. At 60, he learned to snow ski just because he wanted to take my friends and I skiing and to the mountains. "Seen Daddy?" (on the slope) I asked a friend. "Nope, but I saw something that looked suspiciously like his ski outfit sticking out of a drift up there." He put up a...