VK says the thread's wrapped up, so I suppose a little sidebar won't hurt. I thought: these golf courses, famous and/or grand, what are they? Why do the engender travel and arguments and behind the scene intrigue? Answer: like the Maltese Falcon, they are the stuff that dreams are made of.
And in support/defence of VK:
Are you a close-mouthed man?
No, I like to talk.
Better and better. I distrust a close-mouthed man. He generally picks the wrong time to talk and says the wrong things. Talking is something you can't do judiciously unless you keep in practice. Now, sir, we'll talk if you'd like, and I'll tell you right out that I'm a man who likes talking to a man who likes to talk.