When he was a kid, Grandpa, his siblings, and their neighborhood friends used to sleep in the backyard some nights. They had army tents that were long and triangular with two walls and no floor. After their parents went to bed, they got up and walked to the nearby golf course. They went to the fourth hole because that was the hole with a water hazard. They rolled their pant legs up and, in the dark, stepped around in the shallow parts of the pond, feeling around and picking up golf balls with their toes.