I look at my son, who is just 17 years of age, and at times think I've done my job. He's a great student, getting ready to go away to college next year. Kicks ### at his summer jobs( yes, plural ),has a great wit and seems to be street /common sense smart too. Sure he has flaws, but the good far outweighs the bad.
Then I see the news of David Fehrety's son today ( OD at 29) and get the swift kick in the nutes reminder that my job is never done.
Ferhety's been one of my favorite celebrity personalities since the first time I read one of his columns in the back of whatever Golf magazine he used to pen for. I don't remember which one it was, just know it was always in a friend's ####ter and each time I was in there, I sought it out. He's been to hell and back with his demons and has lived to not only tell about it, but laugh about it too.
I can't imagine this new hell will be any easier than his previous one and only hope he can come out the other side with the same grace and class he did the first time.