My grandfather was a really good Missouri Ozark golfer. Learned how to play going to pharmacy school in St Louis in the 20s. Then, returned home, built a sand greens 9 holer, and started playing in amateur tournaments throughout the Ozarks, and nearby states, for the next 40 years. He won his share of em, and met some amazing players and characters. He could tell us kids great stories for hours. I never got tired of hearing em. As I got older, I knew I should get em down; get him to recount em on a tape recorder. At least I shoulda wrote em down. Never did it, and now I can’t remember them. You guys are making sure this nonsense doesn’t occur concerning the greats.