Thank God, James Walker Tufts and Donald Ross for Pinehurst.
There are countless others along the way who have managed to cultivate the comforting embrace of a village where golf lives, but the aforementioned threesome got it started. And all these years later, it still has what can’t be bought, only felt and appreciated.
Spending a couple of days in Pinehurst last week – where the fairways are starting to turn green again and it feels as promising as spring training – was a gentle reminder of why the game matters to so many.
It was good for the soul.
Last week was one in which the money-driven business of golf shouldered its way back to the forefront and the heartbreaking reality of life stopped us all with news of the awful accident involving the University of the Southwest golf team, not to mention the soul-sapping events in Ukraine.
Even in a place as reaffirming as Pinehurst, where church bells ring on the hour and there is always a golf course around the corner, the world spins.
Photo: Courtesy Pinehurst
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