It was shortly after 2pm when the red limousine passed under the canopy of leaves on Magnolia Lane, pulling into the circular driveway at Augusta National Golf Club.
Lee Elder was running late. He stepped out of the swank car wearing a sharp blue suit. It was Monday at the Masters – 50 years ago this week – 17 degrees, a cloudless sky, history beckoning and reporters swarming.
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