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John Montague was a boisterous enigma. In the 1930s, he was called “the world's greatest golfer” by famed sportswriter Grantland Rice. He could drive the ball 300 yards and more, or he could chip it across a room into a highball glass. He played golf with everyone from Howard Hughes and W. C. Fields to Babe Ruth and Bing Crosby. Yet strangely, he never entered a professional tournament or allowed himself to be photographed. Then, a Time magazine photographer snapped his picture with a telephoto lens and police ...

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John Montague was a boisterous enigma. In the 1930s, he was called “the world's greatest golfer” by famed sportswriter Grantland Rice. He could drive the ball 300 yards and more, or he could chip it across a room into a highball glass. He played golf with everyone from Howard Hughes and W. C. Fields to Babe Ruth and Bing Crosby. Yet strangely, he never entered a professional tournament or allowed himself to be photographed. Then, a Time magazine photographer snapped his picture with a telephoto lens and police quickly recognized Montague as a fugitive with a dark secret. From the glamour of 1930s Hollywood, to John Montague's extraordinary skill and triumphs on the golf course, to the shady world of Adirondack rumrunners and the most controversial, star-studded court trial of its day, The Mysterious Montague captures a man and an era with extraordinary color, verve, and energy.

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Editorial Reviews

Colman McCarthy
…[a] sprightly vivisection of an era and a golfer whose exploits are all but forgotten…Montville's account of this masquerader is a well-paced ride that bumps along between high courtroom drama and low-grade farce.
—The Washington Post
Publishers Weekly

When John Montague died alone on May 25, 1972, age 69, in a fleabag hotel in Studio City, Calif., his body went unclaimed for a week. Hardly a fitting end for a man who once rubbed shoulders with Bing Crosby, Richard Arlen, Oliver Hardy and the other Hollywood swells who golfed, drank and caroused at the Lakeside Country Club in L.A. In the capable hands of bestselling sportswriter Montville (Ted Williams), Montague's is a quintessentially American story of a man from a hardscrabble background who found himself in the glamorous, easy-money world of Hollywood. But Montague had a past that caught up to him. Having fled a charge of armed robbery in upstate New York, Montague was brought back in 1937 to stand trial, and though he got off, his life quickly unraveled. Hyped by the great sportswriter Grantland Rice (who called him "a golfer who would be a wrecking whirlwind in any amateur championship and on a par with any pro") and other newshounds, Montague struggled through a series of increasingly embarrassing attempts to go legit on the golf circuit. An entertaining read for the golf lit completist, this doesn't rise to the level of compulsion for the average reader. (May)

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Critics who think bestselling sports biographer Montville's popularity rests on that of his gargantuan subjects, from Ted Williams to Dale Earnhardt, had better think again: He hits the pin in one with this page-turning account of a long-forgotten golfer. John Montague (1904-72) achieved mythic status in mid-1930s Hollywood when word got out that he had beaten Bing Crosby at a hole-some said an entire round-at the prestigious Lakeside Golf Club using a baseball bat, a shovel and a rake instead of a golf club. This curiously secretive, camera-shy crackpot could knock birds off telephone wires from 175 yards and drive the ball 350 yards in an age when woods were still made of wood. Major sportswriters of the period like Grantland Rice figured largely in introducing to the world this "Sphinx of the Links," demonstrates Montville (The Big Bam: The Life and Times of Babe Ruth, 2006, etc.) in an adroit tale that is as much about its tellers as their subject. "The Phantom of the Fairways" made great copy: He "moved with a mixture of menace and mirth" and had been witnessed on several occasions picking up 303-pound Oliver Hardy and depositing him on the Lakeside's bar using only one hand. In fact, were it not for the national media attention Montague's antics garnered, he probably never would have been arrested in 1937 and charged with having committed armed robbery in upstate New York seven years earlier. Montague confessed that he was LaVerne Moore of Syracuse, N.Y., and admitted fleeing to California after his golf bag was found in one of the gunmen's crashed car. On the witness stand, however, he denied having anything to do with the robbery. Montville's cinematic recounting of the trial andits aftermath will make readers feel like they're right there in the courtroom. Explaining why reporters loved to write about Montague, the author declares, "Intrigue is a better seller than great golf any day." Here, he gives readers both.
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“A great tale from one of our era's best storytellers.” —The New York Times“In Montville's skillful hands, Montague's story becomes an epic drama about a potential hero undermined by his troubled past.” —The Boston Globe “A well-paced ride.”—The Washington Post“Hollywood missed this story, but the screen's loss is Montville's—and his readers'—gain.”—Sports Illustrated
The Barnes & Noble Review
Leigh Montville writes nonfiction, but many of the men who pop up in The Mysterious Montague: A True Tale of Hollywood, Golf, and Armed Robbery have names that sound as if they were tapped out on the typewriter of a 1930s screenwriter: Scorpy Doyle, Side Hill Henry, Bozo Corbett, Mush Mulane, and Bushel Gooley, to name a few.

This is fitting, as the book itself, in plot, pacing, and setting, unspools like an old movie. Montville, who has written bestselling biographies of such sports legends as Babe Ruth, Ted Williams, and Dale Earnhardt, here tells the story of John Montague, an enigmatic man who arrived in Hollywood in the early '30s and quickly achieved his own curious celebrity. As a hanger-on at the exclusive Lakeside Golf Club, he became known for his killer golf game, his showy tricks on the green (he was said to have beaten Bing Crosby at a round of golf using a baseball bat, a shovel, and a rake in lieu of clubs), and his prodigious strength (he could lift the not-insubstantial comedian Oliver Hardy, one-handed, and plop him on the country club bar).

Despite his gifts, however, the charming Monty refused to play golf competitively. He also got itchy when there were photographers around. But his legend grew, and after famed sportswriter Grantland Rice devoted a column to his golfing feats, other journalists pursued him; finally a photographer for Time magazine managed to sneak a shot. Not long after his photograph was published, the explanation for Montague's reticence became apparent: he was actually LaVerne Moore of Syracuse, wanted for his role in a 1930 armed robbery of an Upstate New York restaurant.

Despite the intervention of Crosby (who called him "a grand fellow"), Hardy, and his other celebrity friends, Montague was extradited to New York and tried in the tiny village of Elizabethtown. The glamour surrounding the man newspapers called "the Garbo of golf" and "the sphinx of the links" turned the trial into a media circus. The robbery had taken place seven years earlier, but there was ample evidence linking Montague, who had admitted to involvement in small-time bootlegging and extortion schemes, to the crime. Still, the jury of small-town working men, perhaps dazzled by the dapper defendant, returned a verdict of not guilty.

In the wake of his acquittal, Montague was called "the greatest attraction in the country." The masses were eager to see him show off his golf game, and his first public outing, a charity exhibition in which he played with Babe Ruth and Babe Didrikson, drew what was likely the largest crowd ever to attend a golf event in the United States.

But Montague fizzled -- there and practically everywhere else. He returned to Hollywood, where he coasted on his minor fame, drank too much, and proved himself lacking the discipline necessary to succeed professionally. The newspapers turned on him, calling him "a bum" and "a dud." He married, but his wife died young. He suffered some alcohol-related arrests and ailments. Even his relatives back home in New York began to avoid his calls. When he died at 68 in 1972, he was living alone in a motel room and getting by on welfare; his body remained in a mortuary unclaimed for a week.

It's a peculiar -- and peculiarly American -- rise and fall, and Montville succeeds in describing it vividly and engagingly. He does an excellent job of evoking the early Hollywood scene -- flourishing in spite of the Depression -- that Montague was able to insert himself into with remarkable ease. "Millions are to be made out here and your only competition is idiots," wrote producer Herman Mankiewicz in a cable to New York writer Ben Hecht, quoted by Montville. "Don't let this get around." He also richly details the climate at Lakeside, which he calls "an everyday celebration of good fortune, a perpetual boys' night out." Montague, he writes, "fit perfectly into the scene with its equal parts alcohol, golf, testosterone, and madcap bravado."

The author is less successful in other respects. He can be a bit overwrought with his material, as with this description of the judge's postponement of his decision in Montague's bail hearing: "Judge Brewster adjourned the case until two o'clock Thursday afternoon," he writes solemnly. "That meant John Montague would spend at least the next two nights in jail." Two nights in a holding cell isn't all that grave to begin with, but the experience ends up sounding positively charming when Montville reveals that the authorities, upon learning that it was Montague's birthday, released their prisoner for a leisurely stroll to the local drug store for an ice cream soda.

Montville has a writerly tic of repeating long phrases over and over, as when, in recounting some of Montague's youthful hijinks and unable to confirm what kind of car was used in a particular prank, he three times refers to "the touring car, which was either the high-wheeled Cadillac or maybe the Pierce Arrow with the big headlights." The repetition is probably an attempt to create rhythm, but it makes one think of a student trying to pad a thin paper with extra words in order to reach the minimum required length.

But the book's greatest shortcoming ends up being the subject itself. Montague, for all his charisma and talent, is not a likable guy. Montville demonstrates that Montague in all likelihood did commit the restaurant robbery, which involved tying up and gagging young children and beating their grandfather. He didn't see his parents or siblings during his seven-year Hollywood exile, and when freed on bail, he announced to the press that he was rushing to see his ill mother. Instead he hit a cocktail party being thrown by the actor Otto Kruger at his nearby summer home. We never quite understand what makes this odd, unsympathetic man tick. The end of the book leaves the mystery of Montague frustratingly intact. --Barbara Spindel

Barbara Spindel has covered books for Time Out New York,, Details, and Spin. She holds a Ph.D. in American Studies.

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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9780739366776
  • Publisher: Random House Audio Publishing Group
  • Publication date: 5/6/2008
  • Format: CD
  • Edition description: ABR
  • Product dimensions: 5.10 (w) x 6.00 (h) x 1.20 (d)

Meet the Author

LEIGH MONTVILLE is a former columnist at the Boston Globe and former senior writer at Sports Illustrated. He is the author of five books, including the New York Times bestsellers The Big Bam: The Life and Times of Babe Ruth, Ted Williams: The Biography of an American Hero, and At the Altar of Speed: The Fast Life and Tragic Death of Dale Earnhardt. He lives in Boston, Massachusetts.

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The Mysterious Montague A True Tale of Hollywood, Golf, and Armed Robbery
By Leigh Montville
Random House Audio Copyright © 2008 Leigh Montville
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ISBN: 9780739366776


The restaurant sat at the bottom of a large bowl of Adirondack darkness. The surrounding mountains, beautiful during the day, forest green and forest wild, still made their presence known during the night. They shut out all horizons: zipped up, locked down, tucked in the well-scattered population between the New York towns of Au Sable Forks and Jay, under a black and tight blanket. The lights from the restaurant were pinpricks of isolated civilization.

The porch light was still lit.

The inside lights were still lit.

Proprietor Kin Hana and his wife, Elizabeth, and an employee, Paul Poland, finished the work of Monday night in the first hours of Tuesday, August 5, 1930. The last three customers were gone, but money had to be counted, tables cleared, floors washed, stock replenished. A last cup of coffee had to be drunk, a joke told.

The restaurant, simply known as Hana's to the local residents, was a roadhouse on Route 9, the two-lane asphalt highway that meandered down from the Canadian border, fifty-eight miles to the north, then to Glens Falls and Saratoga Springs, then Albany and all the way to New York City, Broadway, 275 miles to the south. Adventure had come to the road in 1920, especially in the dark, with the advent of the Eighteenth Amendment, Prohibition, and an atmosphere of car chasesand gunplay as smugglers tried to bring distilled spirits from one country to the thirsty citizens of another.

The restaurant was a modest part of the excitement. A man could buy a drink at Hana's, could also buy a bottle to take home, but this was not unusual. A man could buy a drink at most of the roadhouses along Route 9. The area was awash in alcohol. Farmers rented out their barns and hay wagons to smugglers. Mechanics in Saranac Lake fitted out automobiles for the chase, engines cranked to racetrack speed, false gas tanks and false bottoms installed to convey every possible ounce of hard liquor and beer. Freight trains contained hidden cargo. Boats on Lake Champlain carried more contraband than sightseers. The dance was a decade old, a formalized routine of winks and nods, hide-and-seek, punctuated by occasional murders and publicized court trials. Illegality was the norm.

"I believe that 90 percent of the people in the county were opposed to Prohibition," one Au Sable Forks resident later said. "Not one farmer in twenty-five would not shield, help, or hide a rumrunner. The usual compensation for their help was a bottle of liquor, more highly prized than money."

Kin Hana was Japanese, a relentless bundle of hustle and bustle, always on the job, meticulous about cleanliness. He considered himself a restaurant owner, not a bootlegger. The liquor business was something that had developed by circumstance. He provided good food at modest prices, typical American fare, even set up a roadside stand in the summers to sell hamburgers and hot dogs to travelers who didn't have time for a full meal.

His establishment was run with much attention to detail. All kitchen employees had to wear hairnets. He inspected the waitresses every day from behind his rimless glasses, made the women hold out their hands, checked to see if their fingernails were clean, then looked down to see if their shoes were shined. His children laughed at this fussiness, and maybe the waitresses did, too, but never in front of him. He was not a man surrounded by casual chatter and laughter.

His given last name was Hanada, shortened long ago for easier English consumption. His version of the immigrant success story had started when he was a teenager, a cabin boy on a Japanese ocean liner. Left behind in an Anchorage, Alaska, hospital when he fell ill, he decided to move to the United States. He learned the rudiments of a new language, and then embarked on a new life that eventually led to a position as a houseboy for a wealthy family in Au Sable Forks.

Impressed by his good work, the wealthy family sent him to cooking school in Boston. Cooking school led to the restaurant business. He had edged into his late forties now, a familiar figure in the community, and was long married to Elizabeth, a local girl, a Cobb, quiet and religious. They had five children ranging from nineteen to five, three girls and two boys. The color of Hana's skin sometimes drew comments, obvious and stupid, such as "Ching-Ching Chinaman, sitting on a fence"--there almost certainly was no other Asian entrepreneur, maybe no other Asian resident, in all of the Adirondacks--but he always seemed too busy to be bothered by an overheard insult.

The restaurant on Route 9 constituted his entire empire. It was a long, one-story white building that was not only his business, but also his home. The dining room of the restaurant was the largest rentable room in Au Sable Forks, sometimes used for civic functions. The much smaller illegal barroom was tucked next to the kitchen. A door not far from the restrooms at the other end of the dining room opened into the half of the building that was a four-bedroom apartment.

Four of his five children were sleeping in that apartment at this exact moment, two girls in one bedroom, the youngest boy in another. The third daughter, sick with a cold, was asleep on a couch in the living room. Hana's sixty-seven-year-old divorced father-in-law, Matt Cobb, slept in a third bedroom. Hana himself was in the back of the restaurant, locking the storeroom for the night. Elizabeth and Paul Poland were finishing their work in the well-lit dining room. The chores were almost done, the last dot of activity soon to be extinguished into the darkness.

This was when the three men entered the restaurant.

Elizabeth was the first to see them. She hadn't heard any car; the sound of the front door was what made her turn. The men, a curious sight, were standing by the cigar case. Elizabeth registered at first glance that each of them was wearing a soft felt hat and each had a white cloth mask covering his face. Far from alarmed, she almost laughed. She thought these were friends from the nearby town of Keene playing a late-night joke. She was going to say something funny, had it half composed in her head, but then she saw the three revolvers.

They were pointed at her.


The night changed with one blink of recognition. The masked visitors were businesslike, gruff, and efficient. The way they held their revolvers, the sense of authority contained in each slight move, said that these were not kids, half drunk and impulsive, picking a random site for random mischief. These were men who knew exactly where they were and what they were doing. They had a plan.

"Be quiet," one of them said.

Neither Elizabeth nor Paul Poland moved. Neither spoke.

"Where's the little fellow?" the same man then said.

The question showed the extent of the men's knowledge. The little fellow? Kin? Before Elizabeth could answer--before she could make up something or tell the truth, what to do?--her husband came out of the stockroom. A revolver immediately was turned toward him.

The demand now was for everyone to lie facedown on the floor. Elizabeth and Paul Poland complied. Kin Hana resisted, reacted to this intrusion; he asked in his fractured second language what was happening. One of the men quickly threw him onto his back. Kin Hana resisted no more.

While two revolvers were trained on the people on the floor, the third gunman went through the door to the apartment at the end of the dining room. He walked directly into Kin and Elizabeth's bedroom, as sure as if he had lived in the house all of his life, and yanked a sheet from the bed. He ripped the sheet into strips that were soon used to gag the mouths and bind the hands and feet of the three captives.

The gunmen now turned out all the lights, even the light on the porch, so no strangers would stumble onto the scene. Not even the summer moths would be attracted to any commotion, the dark business conducted under the focus of flashlights the gunmen had brought with them.

First, the men emptied Kin Hana's pockets, taking whatever cash money he had, disregarding any checks. Second, they removed his gag and asked for the combination of the safe in the master bedroom of the apartment. (They knew about the safe?) He said he didn't know the combination; that his wife always took care of the money. The gunmen turned their attention to Elizabeth.

They undid her bindings and walked her back to the apartment and told her to get to work. Stalling for time, chewing on quiet hope that help somehow would arrive, she balked. She said she wasn't sure of the numbers. One of the gunmen said if she didn't remember, he would dynamite the safe and the building and her children would be in peril. Elizabeth said she remembered now.

All of the activity had awakened the oldest daughter, Naomi, who saw her mother and the masked men pass her bedroom door. She started screaming. One of the gunmen quickly grabbed her, and his accomplices soon rounded up the other children and yanked another sheet off one of their beds. The children were bound and stretched on the floor.

The gunmen decided to take care of all possibilities.

"Where's the old man?" one of them asked.

He was directed--why lie?--to the final bedroom, where he was greeted with a surprise. The grandfather, Matt Cobb, also had been awakened by the noise. He was known in the area as powerful and agile for his age, a fighter, and he was out of his bed, waiting. When the gunman entered the room, Cobb jumped him. The old man pulled down the gunman's mask and started flailing. When the gunman landed on his back and feared he was losing, he called for help.

"Verne!" he shouted.

A second gunman joined the fray. Cobb continued to resist, but now was overwhelmed. A hard crack on his head with the butt of the new arrival's revolver ended the struggle. The gunmen ripped up another sheet, tied up the semiconscious grandfather, and left him on his bed.

The attention turned back to the safe. Elizabeth worked the combination at last, opened the door, and one of the men grabbed all the bills he could see, stuffing them into a pillowcase taken from her bed. He worked so fast that he missed some gold coins and bills in the back.

Business completed, the three men now began to leave the restaurant, off to divide their stolen gains in private. Their departure was not without incident.

Matt Cobb had regained consciousness, escaped from his bindings, and climbed out his bedroom window. He had come around to the front of the restaurant and found a fourth gunman guarding the car, making sure no late-night strangers appeared. The fourth gunman ordered him to go back to the other side of the building. As Cobb complied, he ran into the same gunman who had whacked him with the butt of the revolver.

The fight began again. Cobb again was surprisingly resilient, and the gunman yelled for help. One of his partners rushed to hand him a short length of garden hose filled with buckshot and bolts, tape covering both ends to make an improvised blackjack. The first gunman started to hit Cobb on the head.

"Help!" the old man shouted. "Murder! They're trying to kill me!"

A final whack with the garden-hose blackjack silenced the noise. The two men had rolled down an embankment to the edge of the Au Sable River during the tussle. The gunman stood, brushed off his clothes, and climbed back to the restaurant parking lot, where he rejoined his partners. They hurried into their car and drove into the night.

Left behind were Kin and Elizabeth and Paul Poland and the four children, all bound and gagged and terrified as they lay on the restaurant floor. Matt Cobb, bleeding, unconscious, lay at the side of the river. The children wondered if their grandfather was dead.


Sgt. Paul McGinnis and Trooper D. H. Wood from the Malone Barracks of the New York State Police were on patrol for bootleggers on Route 9 at 1:30 in the morning of August 5, 1930. Various measures had been adapted for the perpetual dance with the ever-resourceful opposition--troopers sometimes pulled a six-foot sheet of iron studded with spikes across the road, sometimes tied heavy metal chains to trees a foot off the ground to stop the speeding cars--but the basic element was still the chase.

The state police were the underdogs: overworked, underpaid, and underappreciated. Their average salary was $1,270 a year after eight years of service. They were tempted by the easy money on the other side, and hampered by the indifference of the general population. The smugglers generally had better cars and better public relations. A violent end to the chase, bootleggers shot dead, alcohol confiscated, brought police brutality charges more often than applause. The public liked to drink. The sinners were more popular than the saviors.

All cars on the road at this time of the night in this part of the county were suspicious to the troopers. That was an easy rule. The faster a car was traveling, the more suspicious it became. When McGinnis and Wood saw a Ford roadster hurtling toward them, going south on Route 9, they immediately signaled the car to stop. When it didn't, the chase began.

The driver of the roadster was thirty-five-year-old William Carleton, a veteran of the smuggling wars from Utica. He sometimes used the name William Martin and had been convicted of bootlegging and several other misdemeanors. The passenger was another oft-convicted bootlegger, thirty-two-year-old John Sherry, also of Utica. They were two of the four robbers of the Hana restaurant.

After leaving the scene of the crime in a green Pontiac sedan, the robbers split into pairs when they picked up Carleton's roadster, which had been parked less than a mile down the road. The plan was to meet again in Mechanicville to split up the money. Carleton and Sherry took off first, so they encountered the troopers first.

The chase lasted only a couple of miles. Sergeant McGinnis and Trooper Wood had pulled close, so Carleton and Sherry stopped the Ford roadster in the town of Upper Jay. The troopers also stopped. As McGinnis and Wood stepped from their car, Carleton fired up the Ford's engine, executed a fast U-turn, and steamed north again on Route 9, back toward the Hana restaurant. The troopers returned in a hurry to their own car, made the U-turn, and followed. Somewhere in the new chase, the green Pontiac sedan flew past in the other direction, a fact the troopers noted but were helpless to address. They were already busy.

With a few seconds' lead, Sherry had an idea in the passenger's seat of the Ford. Even though the car was traveling as fast as possible for the road and conditions, maybe fifty miles per hour, he reached across and turned off the headlights. It was an old bootleggers' trick. The idea was that troopers couldn't see the Ford's taillights in the tucked-in mountain dark.

From the Hardcover edition.


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  • Posted June 23, 2009

    Quick & fun read

    Breezy and entertaining read of the days of yesteryear. Old Hollywood intrigue is awash in this story of a man more people should have heard of. Loaded with celebrity and old time golf references. Book comes up a bit short in the long run, but that is probably because the main character does such in real life.

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  • Posted May 8, 2011

    Excellent, excellent book!

    Really a good book and a must read! Thoroughly enjoyed the book. I believe that Montague was a great golfer and could beat the best of them. Remember, he was in his 30's. Sounds like he never wanted to beat the competition by too much, because he wanted them to keep coming back. Later, he lived the "good" life too much and threw away his talent by drinking, etc. I am a believer in his skill, wish I was around at the time and could have actually seen him. Shame he ended up how he did - what happened to all of his "friends"?

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  • Posted April 1, 2011

    Walter Hagen Wanna Be With Robbery Thrown In.

    I did finish the book and at this point I have no reason why. Just kept going through the pages in hopes of something mysterious. Finally realized the the most mysterious thing was Montague was no mystery. Just another criminal con man on the run. Remember what P.T. Barnum said!!!!!!!!!

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  • Posted June 27, 2010

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    Interesting Read

    The Mysterious Montague was a Hollywood legend, the question is was he really the best golfer of his time or was it mostly Hollywood myth? The book gives the reader enough information to come to the conclusion that Montague was a good golfer but probably not the best, and there is also no doubt Montague could tee it up and beat the best golfers Hollywood had to offer in his prime. It is well worth the time to read.


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  • Anonymous

    Posted August 8, 2009

    Excellent True Tale

    I enjoyed reading it very much.

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