Letter from St. Andrews: Between the Hill and Strath
With a fiercely sloping green and a pair of dastardly bunkers, the 11th hole at the Old Course is one of the greatest par threes in golf
Letter from St. Andrews: They Watched In Awe
Memories of Jack and the 1978 Open
Letter from St. Andrews: Still Got His Wits
Ghoulish game-playing on the occasion of seniorhood
Letter from St. Andrews: National Offense
The Masters course of today bears little resemblance to the one Jones and MacKenzie created
Letter from St. Andrews: It Doesn’t Add Up
A critical look at the wacky British handicap system
Letter from St. Andrews: You Never Walk Alone
We all have our golf demons—say hello to a few of mine
Letter from St. Andrews: Scot’s Honor
There’s a slightly different code of ethics on the other side of the pond
Letter from St. Andrews: Driving Contest
Think you’re a good driver—of a car? The British License exam will test all of your road skills.
Letter from St. Andrews: Beware of the Blob
If you’re going to be playing in Scotland, it may help to familiarize yourself with on-course terms like ‘stonker,’ ‘Barney Rubble,’ and ‘jammy’
Letter from St. Andrews: Window into History
Born during one of the most difficult periods of the past century, the Masters has been a bellweather of our achievements and challenges for the last 75 years