Long-time reader (the only one perhaps!), commentator and friend, Harry Wood, passed away yesterday at his home in Quakertown, PA. The site with be much quieter without him. Harry was supremely well-read, worldly, patient and interesting – one of the those fellas they write books about, I’d do it if I had the talent. He has a wonderful family who despite having only met me a couple of times stay in regular contact, and I hold them in high regard.
May the grass be green and luscious wherever you may be Harry, and should you find yourself in the middle of the fairway, I hope you strike a solid drawing three-iron to within feet of the cup. And should you find yourself in the rough, well, there is no rough where you are, only a “second cut.”