Time has been no kinder to the Turners. The name adorns a small public school outside Falconhead, but Burneyville has all but vanished. The once vibrant cattle crossing has been reclaimed by the forest, leaving only a post office, a church and a few dwellings amid the trees. In Ardmore a radio station occupies the old Turner offices, and its young employees don't know Waco the oilman from Wacko the clown. "There is no tangible legacy of the Turners," says Sessions, who keeps a small collection of Turner artifacts. "The other oilmen established foundations and built big companies, but not the Turners. They spent it all on entertainment."
Alas, there is no Hedonists Hall of Fame, but maybe someday the World Golf Hall of Fame will find a corner for the forgotten Turners. Visitors could push a button and see a picture of Byron Nelson on his horse, or hear about the time Waco and touring pro Bo Wininger slipped a live armadillo into a sportswriter's room. You could even have an old Cadillac on blocks.
Or is the week after the Masters the wrong time to make such a suggestion?