RIP architectural intent. I'm sorry that so few, even here, have shed any tears at your loss.
You were a very fine idea, and a charming companion to so many golfers, for so many for decades - but your time has now passed.
Mr. Jones loved you, and Mr. Hogan and a young Mr. Nicklaus too. He was long off the tee, but he too knew and honoured you.
But to the young golfers today, well, to them you're like a quiet old man, sitting on a park bench in the middle of New York city, feeding bread crumbs to the pigeons: if they notice you at all, they might sense at some level that you have a long and interesting story to tell -- but they have no idea what it is, and so they quickly move on.
And those in charge today? I'm sorry to tell you, but they simply believe that they know and love golf better than you do.
(Or I should say: "better than you *did*" - look at me, still using the present tense, as if you're still with us.)
They'll stretch Shinnecock to 7500 yards so that golfers land their drives in the same place as ever; but of course, they're now coming in with 4 clubs less than originally intended, so greens are made to play like polished linoleum.
Yes - there are a few loving and committed doctors, struggling to resuscitate you: Doctor Warne and Doctor Clayton, for example. They went to the finest schools, and have trained extensively and specialized in architectural intent.
But I have to be honest: I think they're fighting an uphill battle. It's money these days - it's all about money. No one values or cries over a 'concept' anymore. You are (or were) a great concept -- but in a money-driven world even the best concept is too subtle, too insubstantial. The sad truth is: you're not profitable enough, architectural intent.
So, anyway -- RIP my old friend.
Maybe my grandchildren will see you again one day -- when every course is 8700 yards long and some young architects and golfers (studying the old dusty tomes) re-discover the joys of your company.