It was a red-letter day, because my husband went to use the driving range, which is right near our home. It was the first time I had seen him engaged in a sport. To see him whack the ball all the way down the range was just amazing.
Had we known one another all our lives, this wouldn’t have surprised me. I would have remembered the earlier chapters in his life, when he went to the driving range with friends from time to time. But there’s a lot one can’t know when one has known one’s spouse for only five or ten years.
Walking the block or so to the driving range was like visiting another society, with a wonderful and surprisingly unfamiliar guy.