I played an avuncular round of golf last week with Joe Engleman, son of my friend Paul Engleman.
I first saw Joe at a book reading his writer father gave at a local bookstore. Joe, then eight, sat there looking simultaneously bashful and proud.
I've known Joe and his family 10 years, and this Saturday, Joe is going off to Grinnell College, in Iowa.
And I'm remembering what my mom said my dad said, when I walked away from them and into my freshman dorm with a lump in my throat.
"There goes a perfectly good boy."
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