Snowing.  Again.  We live in our zip codes and take what we get. Up here on the mountain, winter is emphatic in cleaving golf into separate seasons: one forever gone, one way too far in the future.  There is last year, and next year.  Between them is now. If we didn’t strain for signs of the fresh season’s start within weeks of the old season's end, we’d be reasonable people, and golfers are not reasonable people.  So the si... Full Story