Even with the benefit of hindsight it is difficult to explain exactly how I found the place. I stumbled upon it years ago, and although the passage of time has worn down the grooves of my memory, I can still recall many of the details.
I was barely twenty years old as I threw my clubs over my shoulder and set out for Lincoln Park Golf Course, which sits on the very northwest tip of San Francisco. Lincoln is a little bit of a golf course, a mere freckle on the great body of the game. If it were a rubber band stretched to its limit, the elastic would snap at fifty-three hundred yards. That's all it is, just a kick-in putt...