From the Editor Not that I'm a candidate for a reality TV series, but I do tend to hoard. Call me a saver, My college textbooks: still in the garage (and I graduated in 1991). Any magazine I've had a hand in publishing (all 300-plus): in a bookcase in the home office. And, of course, just about every club I've swung in my four decades as a golfer is boxed up with the rest of the stuff that, while unnecessary, drips with just enough nostalgia that letting go is impossible.
The goal was always to relearn what I torgot In my school days. Or to cite past stories I'd written. Or, in the case of the clubs, to build a working golf shop, a la Arnold Palmer-you know, shafts, grips,…
