In the spring of 2009, there was a party in Sarasota for a golfing group that had played together during 'the season' and each was asked to entertain. Some sang, did imitations, juggled, and one of the talented wives performed a remarkable Charleston. My offering was a poem based on a classic by Rudyard Kipling that every schoolboy learns in England. In my version, the lessons we learn from playing golf were the focus and it was very well received.Encouraged by this success, I wrote about the simple pleasure of sharing breakfast in bed with my wife on a Sunday morning. Friends said they...