From beyond the grave, Alistair Cooke contributes the following:
"While there is yet time, let us turn these pages and read and weep. Here are the power and the glory, the fine flower of many landscapes preserved in the microcosm of the golf course. Here are the masterpieces carved out in the eighty years that saw the dawn, the high noon and possible the twilight of golf architecture. This book may well be, whether the authors knew it or not, a memorial tribute to the game before Nader's Raiders, followed by the Supreme Court, decide that the private ownership of land for the diversion of the few is a monstrous denial of the Constitution under the Fourteenth ("the equal protection of the laws") Amendment.
When that happens, old men will furtively beckon to their sons and, like fugitives from the guillotine recalling the elegant orgies at the court of Louis XV, will recite the glories of Portmarnock and Merion, of the Road Hole at St Andrews, the 6th at Seminole, the 18th at Pebble Beach. They will take out this volume from its secret hiding place and they will say: "There is no question, son, that these were unholy places in an evil age. Unfortunately, I had a whale of a time."
These pages, this book are The World Atlas of Golf that I picked up at Oracle Junction in Kenmore, New York. As I opened the pages, I was summoned to the stank old easy chair in the Amherst Central high school library, where I first got hooked on the game. This was the book that kept me from furthering my studies. Welcome home, old friend.
Whoops, forgot about the rest of you. As you can see, we feared its demise in the 1970s and, instead, toughed out the 1980s and were blessed with the 1990s and 2000s. There is hope, Dave/Shivas and the rest of you. Here's to a whale of a time on everyone's Reverse Jans.