The pre-winter, swirling, snowy wind

beat against the house as they watched

on T.V. the professional golfer who had-

n’t been seen around much in several

years, drive the ball right down the mid-

dle of the fairway of a tournament during

the off-season in the golfer’s home country

on the other side of the world. He looked

old, really old, prematurely old, but what

can you expect? He did watch, in utter, un-

adulterated horror as his young, beautiful

wife was crushed between two vehicles as

the couple was unpacking luggage at a

swank hotel in a major American city

hosting a really, really big PGA tourn-

ament years ago. But, as they say,

golf goes on.