It was another early child induced wake up. I actually kind of enjoyed it, as it is not something I am subject to on any regular basis. It was a relaxing morning and we met Ken’s mom for lunch. I used to cause a ruckus in her house all those years back as a grade school punk on Long Island.
For you Seinfeld fans, the afternoon was all about the summer of George. Ken took me to play frolf, a.k.a., disk golf. I like to think that I am good at all physical activities that involve hand eye coordination, but disk golf was not my forte. I can throw a Wham-O Frisbee with the best of them, but those small rubbery frolf disks got the better of me.