67

Charlottesville

March 6, 2026

Yesterday was the first class of the next five-week session of First Tee. To start class, we formed a circle and the kids and the coaches shared our names and our ages. When it was my turn I head myself say my name and “67.” I had this weird sensation that it was someone else saying their name. How could it be me? I’d been busy all week at the gym and coaching First Tee. I was in a Zen place helping the kids improve their golf swing and learn about working with others and courtesy. 67? Those were the people I’d seen on my train ride who were a bit slow moving and a bit crotchety.

But I am. I’m tired today. And sore. And it’s just another Friday night.