The President’s Golf Lesson
Home from school, I am slumped in a chair staring at an unfinished drawing. It is late in the afternoon, almost too late to begin:
“What is it about teaching that makes me so tired?” I wonder.
Jimmy Carter is hitting golf balls. He has nice clothes and wonderful equipment, but his swing is awkward and jerky. The balls bounce and scoot across the grass in every direction. Tactfully, I give him a few tips on his swing: “Keep your head down, make a complete shoulder turn, and shift your weight to the left as you follow through.” Then to demonstrate, I borrow his six iron. The ball flies out in a perfect arc and drops softly to the green 170 yards away. I turn to find him unimpressed.