Letter from St. Andrews: Farewell, Auld Toon
It was nearly 30 years ago that I hit the best golf shot of my life—a screaming slice from the 18th tee of the Old Course that sailed over the white OB fence and clattered into the Auld Grey Toon. I never found that ball but I did find something better—a “For Sale” sign. Incredibly, a two-bedroom […]
