He leads me into the grand old clubhouse at Waverley Country Club.
Every room whispers the language of history.
It reminds me of a distinguished U.S. Open site, Olympia Fields near Chicago, and its locker room, a sanctuary so gigantic that it obviously was designed for fraternizing and social gathering. My host, Erling's son David Jacobsen, will never be accused of neglecting his father or his golf. It was an act of affection aimed at both the man and the game, I sense, that motivated David and his brother, touring pro Peter Jacobsen, to keep their father's locker undisturbed after his death. Erling has been gone six years, but his locker is stuck in time. It contains an assembly of clothes and, hidden in the corner, a bottle of Scotch.