I'm reminded of the early passing of other great men in my lifetime in the political, entertainment, and sporting realms.
After playing the first two holes of a Strantz course (Stonehouse), with the sunken green creating a nerve-wracking blind pitch to a natural dell on the 1st, and the 2nd, with the back and middle tees placed at about 75 degree angles from each other, the former creating a heroic carry to a gigantic fairway, leading to a massive green, I knew I was in the presence of an original and a man of passion and daring.
He seemed particularly proud that his courses were built the old, slow way...with lots of direct hands on blood and sweat and toil from the architect.
I think he built what he wanted, and I'm thankful that he was able to complete the work on the ocean at Bob's club. I imagine that the stellar reactions from those who played there must have made him feel particularly heartened.
Rest in peace and thank you, Mike.