Perhaps so, Warren, but my solitary post would've been lost in the daily sturm und drang around here.
That said, I truly despise the rush to sainthood when a well known personage goes belly up and before all the facts see the light of day.
Lord knows I'm not here to pick a fight with you. You're articulate, knowledgeable, respectfully glib and, easily, one of the best writers on this forum. Crossing spoken and/or written words with you is tantamount to a rapier stroke across the neck and I'll pass for now, thank you. I'm not up for a suicide run this evening.
Mr. Palmer was a great golfer. A phenomenal golfer. And a superb spokesman for several businesses because he was so beloved.
But I was taught, way back when, that when you married somebody it was for keeps and you married that person to be true to them for the rest of your life or theirs. Consequently, there's nothing "imagined" about it, Warren. By Palmer's own admission, he chose another path and the plaster shoes were filled.
Mr. Palmer was an amazingly gifted athlete and I hope I've made my admiration for him abundantly clear. Sadly, he was lacking in the morals department and that saddens me.
Respectfully,
Fnord