I recently spotted a picture of my brother-in-law, Lee Barrett—the guy I called the Happiest Man on Earth when he was invited at the last minute to play in the Oakmont member-guest last summer— staring at me from the cover of an old issue of a newsstand tabloid, the “All New Sun.”    “Found,” shouted the headline: “Shroud of Nostradamus.”  “Scientists,” the Sun reported, had reconstituted the old Frenchman’s face... Full Story