He told me the very same story about his “man” at Cambridge, and he looked back at those years as almost being another life which he was both glad to be not part of, yet had no problem saying that he was of a part of it. Desmond went far beyond Cambridge. Far beyond Golf, I think he found the answer to life and he traded the riches and flamboyance of class (or “structure” as he would have more then likely labeled it) for knowledge and passion for even more learning–and teaching. I think all of us that knew him can attest that he had no problem teaching us, and those that really knew him listened.

If I may be so bold to say this, he was certainly the “Greatest Golf Architect” we have ever known, and it had nothing to do with Golf or Golf Courses. I could never ever deny his effect and his influence upon me. I am grateful for it, as well as being there to send him off that lovely day of his memorial service on the Back Bay.