The first time I met Lumber Morrison was on the golf course.
I was the sports editor of this paper; he was one of the biggest figures in the local golf community.
We played in a nine-hole event, back when 6 feet in golf was a knee-knocking putt for most of us.
For the first four holes, Morrison called me Tom. Heading to the tee on No. 5, I stopped and said, “Mr. Morrison, you know my name is Jay, right?”
“Yeah, yeah,” he said before placing a tee in the ground.