Clubs: All late-model Callaways, TaylorMades, Titleists, Nikes, PINGS, Rams, etc., that don’t currently reside in my bag. One Putter Royale, a mallet-head model with an insert crafted from the propeller blade of the QE2. (Surely some charity will go for this.)

Books: All instruction books, including a few I’ve had a hand in writing.

Art/Photos: All but about a dozen or so of the accumulated paintings, prints and photos. (Many of them are quite lovely, but in our home there’s only room on the walls for the work of one great golf artist, and I’m married to her.)

Other: The commendably heavy but rampantly unattractive “100th Anniversary of the U.S. Open” limited-edition bronze sculpture I bought at a weak moment and a high price. (This baby may find its way onto eBay.) One Michael’s Invitational 1981 Children’s Memorial Hospital commemorative golf bag-motif trash receptacle. One yellow plastic desk ornament from Japan which, when jostled, makes the sound of a putt dropping, followed by a Japanese female caddie voice that says, “Nice in!” 

Put in Storage

Clubs: All 12 of my Acushnet Bullseye Standard original red-brass putters. (I don’t know why, but I just can’t part with them.) My Wilson R-90 and all other cool-looking old wedges. (I vow to someday make one of them work.) The long-nosed wood I bought at an auction during the 1981 British Open.

Books: Everything on the history and architecture of the game, especially copy No. 125 of “Scotland’s Gift: Golf,” signed by the author, Charles Blair Macdonald. That one volume is probably worth more than all my other books combined. 

Art/Photos: All photos of me on the golf course with my son, Scott. One stick-figure self-portrait in pen and ink signed by the artist, Jack Nicklaus. One framed copy of Time magazine with Bobby Jones on the cover, the week he won the Grand Slam. The photograph of me posing in the locker room at the Players Championship with Rex Caldwell, Keith Fergus, Peter Jacobsen, Greg Norman and Payne Stewart, everyone but me not wearing clothes. (Don’t ask.)

Other: A framed montage of a photograph, scorecard and the eight dollars I won at Medinah Country Club in 1989, with a note from the guy I defeated, two-time reigning U.S. Open champion Curtis Strange. (OK, he spotted me seven strokes.) Twenty-eight years’ worth of press credentials from golf events. (Someday I plan to incorporate them into a tasteless Lucite table.)   

And finally, the long-drive trophy I won at a magazine publishers conference while working for GOLF Magazine. At the base of the trophy is the inscription, “Presented by Golf Digest.”