Excerpt From Slow Boat To Tenison Park
by
King Grossman
Chapter 1
The sky was as high and blue as my hopes, and sunlight bathed Tenison Park golf course silvery white. Sweat stung my eyes as it rolled over my brow and trickled in at their corners. Texas summers are bearable for those who must be outside to earn a living, the foolish, and the young. I was fourteen and my dad was caddying for me.
He had rolled up his white shirtsleeves. An old bolo tie with a rough-cut turquoise stone hung from his neck. His Hush Puppies “Earth Shoes” were heavily scuffed. My thick-shouldered, square-headed dad with a flattop haircut owned only the one pair of work shoes. We couldn’t afford anything more.