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"It’s pretty much the way Arnold left it,” Doc Giffin says as he settles into a comfy chair beside Arnold Palmer’s desk on a rainy spring afternoon in Latrobe, Pennsylvania. “It’s almost as if nothing here has really changed.”
Indeed, though four and a half years have passed since Arnold Palmer departed the scene, the intimate, memorabilia-filled office he left behind feels as if the King of Golf merely stepped out five minutes ago.
The room’s high walls remain freighted with memorabilia from the most celebrated life of modern golf, highlighted by iconic family photographs of Arnold’s father, Deacon, and a young Winnie Palmer in the blush of youth, not to mention their daughters, Peggy and Amy, and the King’s beloved six grandchildren. There are vintage photos of young Arnie with Masters deities Bobby Jones and Clifford Roberts, his various honorary degrees and prestigious awards, framed and favorite pieces of original art, notably four paintings of Augusta National. One could spend half a day just taking it all in.
The big desk in the middle of the room, where he autographed up to a million flags and photographs sent by friends and fans from across the planet, is neatly arranged with Arnold things, including an empty inbox, as if – like T.H. White’s mythical Arthur – the king may return at any moment.
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