Just face it, you’re not as cool as you used to be
At some point when you become a parent, you lose your coolness. Seriously. I don't know where it goes, but it's gone. And you, the person voted “coolest” in high school are suddenly lumped in with the rest of the goofy parents - basically every single parent on the planet. There is no escape, no matter who you are or how cool you once were. I'm pretty positive even Mick Jagger's daughter looked at her dad and thought, “Will he stop with the duck lips? It's soooooooo embarrassing. And who dances like that at his age?”
Our only professional sports event and we have to wave goodbye
Gorgeous time of year Indian Summer is in the Hayes Valley in San Martin where the PGA Golf professionals show up to play each fall in early October. Crisp CordeValle Golf Resort mornings yield to sunshiny warm afternoons at the Frys.Com Open. The views are as soothing as a Fred Couple’s swing. It’s a walk in a natural park interrupted by occasional roars from the happy crowd, announcements on the first tee … please welcome our 11:22 a.m. pairing … Two-time major champion Angel Cabrera from Argentina … and next to tee off 1997 British Open Champion Justin Leonard from Dallas, Texas ... and bellows from the beer-for-birdies bunch at the pavilion aside the 17th green.
