I’m prowling around the attic of my mind, dust-covered memories here, yesterday’s memories there. I’m looking for a way to say goodbye. After 60 years of covering the Augusta Masters golf tournament, I have chosen to stay at home this year. Why? My best golfing buddy explains it as follows: “He’s nuts.” No, I’m not, not totally. I’m satisfied with what I did in those 60 years in Augusta. I’m more than satisfied. I’m proud of it, OK? I want to leave it alone. It doesn’t need any more chapters.
