Alva Review-Courier -

Perhaps ten years before his Pinehurst victory, I “met” Payne Stewart while attending one of the Colonial golf tournaments in Fort Worth, Texas. I was in a crowd of several hundred people, watching a foursome of golfers play the ninth hole, when one of the player’s hit a marginal shot, and it wound up in the small lake short of the hole.

An unknown person immediately behind me called out to the errant golfer in a voice slightly louder than normal, “Dave, so goes life.” I turned my head slightly to identify the speaker, and found myself face-to-face with Payne Stewart. He was totally oblivious...