What do you do when your soon-to-be 93-year-old father, Stan, tells you he wants to take a golf vacation to Boca Raton, Fla.? You negotiate, because he requests a month-long stay, which he used to do in retirement with your mother, who passed away five years ago, while you are (a) married yourself and (b) not retired. I countered with a week, but Stan said he couldn’t possibly do less than 10 days. We settled on nine.
“Who knows how many chances we have left?” my father said.
Unfair guilt, but fair point…