Shower Time

He sat at a small table covered with a white vinyl cloth and adorned with a vase holding a purple plastic flower. Across from him in a wheelchair was an ill-shaven man he had never seen before. Around him were more strangers, mostly aged and appearing to be in various stages of poor health. There was a lot of noise in the room.

He was a rather small, trim man with determined eyes and snow white hair, and he sat erect in his chair. He dabbed at the corners of his mouth with his napkin and then with deliberation folded it neatly across his lap. He wore a faded blue cap with a gold British Open logo on it. The man had been an accomplished amateur …