My Boy!

This was more than just a sentimental journey South: Dad confided in his travel journal that he hoped to have some good father-son bonding time. So I didn’t notice when he tacked away from John Kirwan’s defensive frailties, to the safer ground of the Black Caps’ impotent opening attack, and then to the mystery of women. I tell him about a girl I liked so much that I wouldn’t talk to her. Dad’s aghast — “The man’s the hunter, my boy,” he says. Sound advice from a man who didn’t have a girlfriend until he was 28.
I change the subject and ask why he became a Minister.