Big rush. Changed shoes, tipped the locker-room boy and paid my caddie. Left the course at 4:15, made it back to the hotel in 12 minutes and left my car keys to be picked up by Lincoln-Mercury at the front desk. Took a shower and packed up everything, just hurling it into the suitcase. Winnie called at 4:50. How much baggage do you have, she wanted to know. About 145 pounds, I figured. Can you send it down to Palm Springs air freight? Certainly. But what a problem baggage is. On a trip like this you've got to allow for cold and hot weather. Since I had also planned on doing the golf films, I was carrying three suits, two sports coats, 12 pairs of slacks, one pair of street shoes, 12 golf shirts, eight turtleneck jerseys, six sweaters and 10 dress shirts. All this, plus socks, underwear and a heavily stuffed golf bag. Swanson said he would take care of my baggage for me.
Rush, rush, rush. Got to the airport at 5:20, just 65 minutes after I had left the course. No wonder I had to send my stuff air freight. Arnold's plane looked as if he had brought his whole house. The thing was jam-packed, and Winnie claimed that only one of the bags was hers.
A great trip. I had not had anything to eat since 9 o'clock in the morning, and after a bourbon and Coke from Arnold's bar I was feeling something more than exhilarated. Arnold had stopped smoking five days before and so had Winnie, and I could not resist the chance to needle them. I lit up a cigarette and blew smoke all over the place. I stopped smoking 13 months ago, but find I can smoke two or three from time to time without getting the craving again.
We flew into Palm Desert, just outside Palm Springs, and went over to the Erawan Garden Hotel where the Palmers were staying. I called the Palm Springs airport; they hadn't ever heard anything about my baggage, and Western Airlines—which had it—was closed for the night. Better call back in the morning. Sometimes I think half of being a tour golfer is keeping up with your baggage. I had dinner with Arnold and Winnie. Winnie and I did the twist while Arnold sat at the table wishing he had a cigarette. Barb and I have never twisted. Arnold doesn't twist. Neither, for that matter, do Winnie and I.
After dinner Arnold and I made up a game for the next day with Don Cherry and Frank Stranahan, and I headed for Ocotillo Lodge in Palm Springs, where Barb and I would be staying. It had been a long Sunday.
Miles this week: 2,350
Miles to date: 6,950
Winnings this week: $1,200
Winnings to date: $1,200