My mom passed a little over a year ago. As a family, we’re still trying to deal with the void. Especially my dad. He often has a thousand yard stare and… uh. I should say before continuing that this is NOT a sad post where I’m trying to garner sympathy or care emojis. It’s just a typical rambling digressive Steve story where I’m trying to find the funny and passing on anything I’ve learned.
Anyhoo, we’re in Palm Springs where my parents took the word ‘winter’ and turned it into a verb. They have a place out here; my dad anyway. And for years this is where we come for Spring Break. The big draws are the warm weather, the pool just up the street, and the golf cart.
Golf is a way of life here — where the desert gets carved up into expansive green grass runways and water is referred to as a hazard. So, of course, a golf cart is part of that lifestyle. People charge them in their…
