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Billy:

I saw a man practicing his golf swing on the subway platform. From my seat on the subway car, I saw an expanse of green. I imagined air that was not city air and could see you lugging your clubs over the rough to the next hole. You know how much my father likes that game, needs it, not for status but from a memory of his not-so-privileged childhood in Vermont (jumping the fence) and of a smiling Ben Hogan. How good it’s been for me that you’ve played with him — two of my favorite men at one of their favorite pastimes. All this is to say, I miss you so. I wish the static of this city, of our jobs and other responsibilities, did not always have to come first. I know they often must — our romantic relationships, yes, they are a priority, to have someone to wake up to. I can regret it while understanding it must be so. But I miss my friend awfully, his beat-up car, our hikes and regret there’s not more time for us.

Submitted by: Connecticut Muffin