August 7, 2026
The day, hour by hour
Morning
Down the coast
Coffee, the drive in through the gates, fog still sitting on the cypress.
Late morning
First tee
Handshakes, a birthday scorecard, and the wind already up off the water.
Midday
The seventh
Eighty-seven years old on the seventh of August, and he pars the seventh hole. Nobody scripted it.
Afternoon
Out to the cliffs
The stretch along the ocean where the whole family just stopped and looked.
Golden hour
Eighteen
Walking up the last fairway with the light going amber behind him.
Evening
Dinner and toasts
Long table, short speeches that ran long, and a candle he took two tries to blow out.
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