It is my son Max’s 21st birthday.

In any other year, this blog post would be written from Las Vegas.

Instead I will head to his apartment for a beer and a shot.

Max is a great storyteller with an incredible zest for life.

He was a happy go lucky kid (on the left)

He is comfortable in the company of legends…(I am glad I urged him to go bug Michael Jordan for a selfie on our home course in San Diego)…

He is better at golf than I ever was or ever will be…

I am lucky to have Max in my life.

Happy birthday Max.