I was playing Frisbee with my son on the night before Mother’s Day, and I imagined Mom saying, “Do this in remembrance of me.” Actually, it wasn’t an official Frisbee, which is a trademark of the Wham-O company. It was a flying disc. But I have a history of throwing a regulation Frisbee around with Granddaddy, and Dad and I have played thousands of times. When I lived in Jackson, Alabama, my friends and I had epic games in a field behind our apartment on Clinton Street. Later on, I attempted to teach my wife, but she couldn’t aim to...

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