It was a Friday ritual, always at the same course and always at the same time. Stan always arrived first, having programmed his GPS and consulted the whiteboard on his daughter’s kitchen wall where he, and she, meticulously wrote down all his instructions for the week. It was the highlight of his week, so much so that he often woke up on other days and it was the first thing on his mind. After, that is, the ubiquitous thought of Corrine, his recently deceased wife. Recent and past photos of her crowded the table beside his bed which he shared…