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It was one of those "whizbang" custom putters of the day. I've forgotten who made it, but I purchased it in London back when I was considerably more liberal with my money than was good for me. Around the same time, I also purchased a few custom suits (from some shop the name of which I have also forgotten) on Savile Row, and a pair of custom John Lobb riding boots. I wore out the suits, still have and use the boots, but never even tried to retrieve the putter. (Maybe the greens keeper did.) One thing I realized with crystalline clarity at that moment was that I would never be anything more than a "duffer" in golf. I decided that life was too short not to concentrate on activities in which, as Hemingway would say, I could at least aspire to "look good in there."