#1. I know exactly who is lurking, so please don’t insult my intelligence. It is somebody who - although he has serious differences with another Treehouse friend I idolize - is a fine gentleman and scholar. The historical truth about this polarizing discussion is likely somewhere in the middle.
#2. To paraphrase Eric Hoffer, who opined that WWII was not a separate event, but really a continuation of WWI, this discussion is just a continuation of the Merion thread.
#3. Somewhere, Uncle George, Macdonald, Raynor and Judge O’Brien are looking down at this thread laughing at all of you.
#4. Nothing in history occurred in a vacuum - everybody, whether directly, indirectly, by example or viscerally, built upon the foundation of previous ideas. Think about that for a minute.
And as you idiots chase your tails around the Sambo tree, here is a little perspective for you. The last time I saw Bernhardt, Katie drove him by our film set on their way to Pebble Beach. By that time, he had withered to nothing on a feeding tube and struggling to breathe.
John, who could once golf and drink everybody under the table, quickly started to tire and I helped him to the car, promising to see him soon - but knowing I’d never see my friend again. As he left, we embraced and he quietly croaked in my ear “I love you.”
I told him “I love you too, brother” because I meant it with every fiber of my being. Katie tearfully started the car and Tiger Bernhardt disappeared from my life forever. He was gone a month later.
So you know what? Who gives a fuck whether Macdonald planned to put the clubhouse behind the 9th green or atop the bluffs? Whether the Wilson brothers consulted with Charles Macdonald or Charlie Chaplan before they built Merion is of no more importance beyond an amusing intellectual exercise in speculation.
When they wheeled Uncle George’s coffin out of that church, my first thought was how he taught me a whole lot more about life than golf history - and that all of us are going to say goodbye to each other one at a time, until nobody and nothing is left but that windmill above Sebonac inlet and bunch of data in a Treehouse that only exists in our hearts and minds.
I hope this is the last post on this horrible, destructive thread - and that everybody take off your hats and apologize to each other for acting like you’re immortal.