The P.g.a. Plays Through
May, 1986
As one who has been unable to decide between the investment firms of Arnold Palmer and Tom Watson on television, I was understandably excited when a big professional golf tournament came to my country club. I dashed right out to the club, of course, not only to pick up some portfolio advice but to see the famous golfers in their own flesh and checkered cottons.The first shock came when I was forced to park on a playground five miles away, ride a shuttle bus and then buy a badge just to get into...
