Come Masters weekend, golf’s rank and file fans will be joined by millions of drop-bys.  They will look for a spare chair in the living room and ask who’s winning, what an eagle is, why anyone would wear that ridiculous get-up.  But most simply absorb the beauty of the golf course, and as they do, they fall silent and grow attentive.  A very few of them have little stories they can tell. Among the kibbitzers is my ex-father-in-law.  N... Full Story