This is not my dad.
But my dad has a scar like this.
My dad had open heart surgery in St. Louis on December 22nd.
Yesterday he went skiing with my mom (and his "zipper" scar) at Breckenridge.
Mom and Dad plan to head back to Breck today for a few more runs. Tomorrow, they'll travel down to Christchurch for worship with us, then we'll spend the afternoon together. They are looking forward to spend time with us, but mostly Drew.
With his dad back skiing just over 2 months after his open heart surgery, the obsessive skier is left wondering if perhaps this obsession is rooted in genetics, or developmental psychology?