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The PGA Tour is the dream, right? This golfer still feels drawn to his Scotland home
OBAN, Scotland — You are born into a world surrounded by wonder, walking out the back door of the greenskeeper’s house, your home, to look up at the mountainous 12th fairway hoping someday to make that climb. You go into town peering at the horseshoe-shaped Oban Bay protected by the mounds of the island of Kerrera, just shy of the Isle of Mull. Awe is your norm. Beauty is your base. So no matter how far you rise, how much your gift takes you to each corner of the world and provides you with a lavish lifestyle and mind-boggling opportunities, it just doesn’t quite feel right. You crave normal. Your normal.
You win tournaments in Cyprus and Italy. You play in a Ryder Cup. You make the PGA Tour. The great game takes you places, and it feels appropriate to commit to your future by moving to Florida. There comes a point in many lives when you have to choose whether home is who you are or home is what propels you to your potential.
You contend for a PGA Championship. Two weeks later you win your first PGA Tour event. Your life is becoming everything you dreamed.
But you aren’t happy.
You long for the Glencruitten Golf Club clubhouse, the cozy little one-story shack in Oban where a reporter can walk in to find eight men leaning back in a semicircle of chairs, pints in hand at noon on a Tuesday, looking up with a smirk as they’re asked if they know Bob Macintyre.
“Bob who?” a white-haired man asks with a straight face.
Bob Macintyre. The pride of Scottish golf. The 27-year-old lefty developing into one of the better golfers in the world.
“Who’s he?” the man asks again.
Neil Armour maintains the stare until he pulls up his phone which already has a photo of the boyish, soft-featured Macintyre in a sleek, well-tailored suit sitting in the Royal Box at Wimbledon the day before. They’re passing the phone around chuckling the way dear friends and family really do when humbling a member of the tribe who’s made it big. Yes, they know Macintyre all too well. These are the men who watched Bob, Dougie the greenskeeper’s son, grow up at Glencruitten. They watched him learn the game “as a wee lad” playing Glencruitten’s back four holes on the other side of the road on a constant loop until Dougie felt he was ready for the rest. They saw him hit a hole-in-one by age 12 and win the local junior tournament four years in a row. They drove him to tournaments and some helped out financially when it was necessary. They play shinty with him at Oban Celtic and clamor for his mother Carol’s scones.
“Aye, he’s a great boy,” Neil MacDougall says. “Well grounded. Nice young lad.”
This is why Bob Macintyre isn’t happy. He’s living in Orlando. He’s a member at the prestigious Isleworth Golf and Country Club. He’s made $3 million the last seven months alone. But it’s just different. It’s less communal. In America, the pros travel in teams with their swing coach, physiotherapist, psychologist, manager and so on. It’s a business. Whereas coming up in Europe they’d travel with other pros spending evenings learning about each other’s lives most nights over lunch in the clubhouse or dinner and drinks. He admits he and his girlfriend, Shannon, feel lonely.
A scene in Oban, a town of 8,000 people. (Brody Miller / The Athletic)
He goes back home whenever he can, spending three weeks back in Oban before his breakthrough win at the Canadian Open in June. Instead of taking that victory into the signature event, the Memorial, he flew right back home the next week for a party.
This week, Macintyre plays the Scottish Open in North Berwick before heading to Royal Troon for an Open Championship in Scotland. So as Macintyre finds himself torn between the two parallel paths of who he truly is — as he tries to decide where he wants to spend his life — I felt compelled to drive from Edinburgh to this little fishing town on the western coast of Scotland to find out why this 8,000-person town has such a hold on the man. We learned something about home.
“I just find I get brought back down-to-earth …,” Macintyre says. “When I go back to Oban, I get treated as Bob, one of the boys, not Robert Macintyre, the golfer. I think that’s the way it should be.”
The moment has gone viral now — you’ve surely seen it — but watch it again, specifically the minute before the microphone goes to Dougie Macintyre. He hovered a few feet away from his son, slowly scanning his head around the scene in Hamilton, Ontario. He had a look of awe, taking in his son’s first PGA Tour victory while carrying his clubs. Macintyre needed a caddie for just the Canadian Open. Most caddies didn’t want a one-week gig, so he called his father up in Oban. Dougie hopped on a flight to Ottawa. Five days later they were victors. Together.
As CBS reporter Amanda Balionis motioned toward Dougie to ask him a question, he seemed to slightly back away. He’s not a talker. But Dougie was, whether he liked it or not, the story of the week. Maybe even more than his son. She went to the other side and cornered him. He could hardly get the words out.
“Unbelievable. I’m a grass-cutter,” Dougie said, pausing to turn and hold back tears with Bob lovingly patting his head. “Not a caddie. Not a caddie. Honestly, it’s unbelievable.”
“I wanted to win this for my dad.” ❤️
Robert MacIntyre spoke to our @Amanda_Balionis on what it meant winning the @RBCCanadianOpen with his father on the bag. pic.twitter.com/aMeTEgDdEz
— Golf on CBS ⛳ (@GolfonCBS) June 2, 2024
Back home, they were packed into the clubhouse watching and cheering. They knew how surreal this was for Dougie, who is more than a grass-cutter. They knew how special. Dougie was an athlete, a great shinty player but good at soccer and golf too. He didn’t have the finances to chase it. He became a greenskeeper at Glencruitten and raised four kids in the house by the 12th hole and brought in foster kids too. Bob’s two older sisters were skilled horse riders, and they also made sacrifices to give Bob the opportunity. Bob was the one with the opportunity to do more, and Dougie coached him.
“He was the only one,” Armour said. “You’ll hear other people say they coached Bob but they didn’t. Bob’s dad coached him.”
On this Tuesday, Dougie was on the mower cutting the grass on an ugly day of Scottish weather. The course is a beast, a short but absurdly hilly 18 holes of steep inclines and tight fairways. “You can see how Bob got so good,” club captain Kenny Devine said. They only have three mowers and the equipment is in need of updating. Dougie doesn’t complain. He hopped off the mower as he saw a stranger approaching. He’s used to reporters being here by now, but he’s not used to it.
He turned red only to smile and say in the sweetest way possible, “No, no, I don’t do interviews. Feel free to talk to anyone. I just don’t… yeah … I’m sorry.”
Dougie and Carol raised their kids to be humble. Macintyre wasn’t able to play much junior golf because they couldn’t afford it. Members took turns driving him to the events he could play and some carried his bag. Raising a golfer was a communal endeavor, but it meant they were all part of it.
James Forgrieve was a great golfer here in his own right and a prominent figure in the area. When asked what a young Macintyre was like, he dryly quipped, “Oh, a cheeky —” before laughing and correcting himself. “No no, always a very quiet lad.”
“James was really supportive to Bob and all the juniors,” his nephew Duncan Forgrieve said. “When Bob was coming through and maybe things weren’t so good, a lot of people helped him in various ways and James is in that category.”
It’s not the norm for a golfer to take this much pride in their home. They might get announced by the starter as from their town or speak fondly of it, but they all tend to live in Florida or Arizona now. Few feel as intertwined with home as Macintyre. It’s at the core of his identity — Bob from Oban — and it works both ways. Macintyre has helped put the place on the map. It’s a little resort town, a stop for tourists on their way to the isles to the northwest. It has a strong fishing industry and beautiful sites like McCaig’s Tower, which is made of Bonawe granite and overlooks the city and bay. Suddenly it boasts itself as “The Home of Robert Macintyre,” with signs throughout the town. People come to Glencruitten just to play his home course. Scotland is known for golf, but at its core Oban is more of a shinty town. It’s a physical, intense game. Duncan described it as “hockey without the rules,” and Macintyre still plays for Oban Celtic. He learned not to keep jewelry on a few years ago when it got caught and nearly took off his finger.
“Aye, very good. Very good,” Duncan said. “He’s strong and determined. Resourceful.”
“And hot tempered!” another man shouted across the bar.
These are Macintyre’s people. When he earned the final automatic qualifying spot for the 2023 Ryder Cup, he flew 15-20 of them to Rome and set them up in a villa. Instead of flying back privately like most of his peers would, he switched to a commercial flight and flew home with the crew. When they returned, Macintyre went from school to school in the area with the cup to speak and show the kids. That night, they had a party “busting at the seams” at Glencruitten with a band playing and everybody posing for pictures, Macintyre happily smiling the whole night.
“It was a good west coast cèilidh,” Duncan said.
But as Macintyre left Oban this year to play full time on the PGA Tour in America for the first time, the homesickness didn’t go away. He went back and forth as much as he could. He clarified he wasn’t having severe mental health issues, but “I just didn’t have my mojo.” It always took returning to Oban to spark his game. One couldn’t help but wonder if it was sustainable.
“He still has wee spells,” James said. “If he hasn’t got the girlfriend there or something, he’s a bit of a loner. He’s a social guy, but he’s a loner at times. The thing he looks forward to is getting home.”
Here he is, back in Scotland at his national open, sitting down in an argyle hat to represent a local foundation and ready to speak to a bunch of reporters. He sees a collection of veteran Scottish reporters in the front row. “There he is,” he says to one with a smile. He’s comfortable here.
He talks about going back home again recently, how when he’s home he doesn’t pick up a club and doesn’t go out much at all. He just sinks into the normalcy of home, eating some of Carol’s baking (after one of his first wins he bought his mother a new kitchen) and having lunch with the guys at Glencruitten.
But he’s asked about Florida. About how he balances trying to make Florida a new home while staying connected to the place that made him.
“My rent is up I think about the end of August, and I don’t think I’ll be getting it renewed to be honest,” Macintyre says. “Scotland is my home, and yeah, I’ve joined Isleworth. That will always be a place I go and practice in the wintertime but there’s nothing like home. Scotland, this is where I want to be.”
Glencruitten Golf Club in Oban, Scotland. (Brody Miller / The Athletic)
He’s staying on the PGA Tour. His move back won’t change his professional career. He’ll maybe rent a house in Florida during winter months so he can practice more but deep down, it’s not home and he doesn’t think it ever will be.
In this decision, Macintyre found the path in between. Home can be the place that holds you back. Comfort builds confidence, but comfort can also stop you from expanding into who you’re meant to be. Macintyre took the risk. He left home and tried to take the leap into becoming an elite golfer. In reality, home was never holding Macintyre back. Oban, Glencruitten and all the people in between? They were the ones who got him here. They’re the ones pushing him forward.
So before I made the drive back to Edinburgh, I walked the course that made Bob Macintyre. It was grueling but beautiful, a green canvas filled with daunting hills and challenging approach shots. Two Oban men were walking up the 12th fairway that feels like it’s on a 100-yard incline. “This is the hole Bob learned to play golf on!” Declan Curran said. They explained how it’s a course of choices, with risks and rewards based on figuring out how to play the wind and the elevation.
Bob Macintyre grew up learning how to make the choices in order to become a great golfer. This time, he chose Oban.
(Top photo: Andrew Redington / Getty Images)
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Do You Know Where These Famous Authors Are Buried?
A strong sense of place can deeply influence a story, and in some cases, the setting can even feel like a character itself — or have a lasting influence on an author. With that in mind, this week’s literary geography quiz highlights the final stops for five authors after a life of writing. To play, just make your selection in the multiple-choice list and the correct answer will be revealed. At the end of the quiz, you’ll find links to the books if you’d like to do further reading.
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What Happens When We Die? This Wallace Stevens Poem Has Thoughts.
Whatever you do, don’t think of a bird.
Now: What kind of bird are you not thinking about? A pigeon? A bald eagle? Something more poetic, like a skylark or a nightingale? In any case, would you say that this bird you aren’t thinking about is real?
Before you answer, read this poem, which is quite literally about not thinking of a bird.
Human consciousness is full of riddles. Neuroscientists, philosophers and dorm-room stoners argue continually about what it is and whether it even exists. For Wallace Stevens, the experience of having a mind was a perpetual source of wonder, puzzlement and delight — perfectly ordinary and utterly transcendent at the same time. He explored the mysteries and pleasures of consciousness in countless poems over the course of his long poetic career. It was arguably his great theme.
Stevens was born in 1879 and published his first book, “Harmonium,” in 1923, making him something of a late bloomer among American modernists. For much of his adult life, he worked as an executive for the Hartford Accident and Indemnity Company, rising to the rank of vice president. He viewed insurance less as a day job to support his poetry than as a parallel vocation. He pursued both activities with quiet diligence, spending his days at the office and composing poems in his head as he walked to and from work.
As a young man, Stevens dreamed of traveling to Europe, though he never crossed the Atlantic. In middle age he made regular trips to Florida, and his poems are frequently infused with ideas of Paris and Rome and memories of Key West. Others partake of the stringent beauty of New England. But the landscapes he explores, wintry or tropical, provincial or cosmopolitan, are above all mental landscapes, created by and in the imagination.
Are those worlds real?
Let’s return to the palm tree and its avian inhabitant, in that tranquil Key West sunset of the mind.
Until then, we find consolation in fangles.
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Wil Wheaton Discusses ‘Stand By Me’ and Narrating ‘The Body’ Audiobook
When the director Rob Reiner cast his leads in the 1986 film “Stand by Me,” he looked for young actors who were as close as possible to the personalities of the four children they’d be playing. There was the wise beyond his years kid from a rough family (River Phoenix), the slightly dim worrywart (Jerry O’Connell), the cutup with a temper (Corey Feldman) and the sensitive, bookish boy.
Wil Wheaton was perfect for that last one, Gordie Lachance, a doe-eyed child who is ignored by his family in favor of his late older brother. Now, 40 years later, he’s traveling the country to attend anniversary screenings of the film, alongside O’Connell and Feldman, which has thrown him back into the turmoil that he felt as an adolescent.
Wheaton has channeled those emotions and his on-set memories into his latest project: narrating a new audiobook version of “The Body,” the 1982 Stephen King novella on which the film was based.
A few years ago, Wheaton started to float the idea of returning to the story that gave him his big break — that of a quartet of boys in 1959 Oregon, in their last days before high school, setting out to find a classmate’s dead body. “I’ve been telling the story of ‘Stand By Me’ since I was 12 years old,” he said.
But this time was different. Wheaton, who has narrated dozens of audiobooks, including Andy Weir’s “The Martian” and Ernest Cline’s “Ready Player One,” says he has come to enjoy narration more than screen acting. “I’m safe, I’m in the booth, nobody’s looking at me and I can just tell you a story.”
The fact that he, an older man looking back on his younger years, is narrating a story about an older man looking back on his younger years, is not lost on Wheaton. King’s original story is bathed in nostalgia. Coming to terms with death and loss is one of its primary themes.
Two days after appearing on stage at the Academy Awards as part of a tribute to Reiner — who was murdered in 2025 alongside his wife, Michele — Wheaton got on the phone to talk about recording the audiobook, reliving his favorite scenes from the film and reexamining a quintessential story of childhood loss through the lens of his own.
This interview has been edited and condensed.
“I felt really close to him, and my memory of him.”
Wheaton on channeling a co-star’s performance.
There’s this wonderful scene in “Stand By Me.” Gordie and Chris are walking down the tracks talking about junior high. Chris is telling Gordie, “I wish to hell I was your dad, because I care about you, and he obviously doesn’t.”
It’s just so honest and direct, in a way that kids talk to each other that adults don’t. And I think that one of the reasons that really sticks with people, and that piece really lands on a lot of audiences, and has for 40 years, is, just too many people have been Gordie in that scene.
That scene is virtually word for word taken from the text of the book. And when I was narrating that, I made a deliberate choice to do my best to recreate what River did in that scene.
“You’re just a kid,
Gordie–”
“I wish to fuck
I was your father!”
he said angrily.
“You wouldn’t go around
talking about takin those stupid shop courses if I was!
It’s like
God gave you something,
all those stories
you can make up, and He said:
This is what we got for you, kid.
Try not to lose it.
But kids lose everything
unless somebody looks out for them and if your folks
are too fucked up to do it
then maybe I ought to.”
I watched that scene a couple of times because I really wanted — I don’t know why it was so important to me to — well, I know: because I loved him, and I miss him. And I wanted to bring him into this as best as I could, right?
So I was reading that scene, and the words are identical to the script. And I had this very powerful flashback to being on the train tracks that day in Cottage Grove, Oregon. And I could see River standing next to them. They’re shooting my side of the scene and there’s River, right next to the camera, doing his off-camera dialogue, and there’s the sound guy, and there’s the boom operator. There’s my key light.
I could hear and feel it. It was the weirdest thing. It’s like I was right back there.
I was able to really take in the emotional memory of being Gordie in all of those scenes. So when I was narrating him and I’m me and I’m old with all of this experience, I just drew on what I remembered from being that little boy and what I remember of those friendships and what they meant to me and what they mean to me today.
“Rob gave me a gift. Rob gave me a career.”
Wheaton recalls the “Stand By Me” director’s way with kids on set, as well as his recent Oscars tribute.
Rob really encouraged us to be kids.
Jerry tells the most amazing story about that scene, where we were all sitting around, and doing our bit, and he improvised. He was just goofing around — we were just playing — and he said something about spitting water at the fat kid.
We get to the end of the scene, and he hears Rob. Rob comes around from behind the thing, and he goes, “Jerry!” And Jerry thinks, “Oh no, I’m in trouble. I’m in trouble because I improvised, and I’m not supposed to improvise.”
The context for Jerry is that he had been told by the adults in his life, “Sit on your hands and shut up. Stop trying to be a cutup. Stop trying to be funny. Stop disrupting people. Just be quiet.” And Jerry thinks, “Oh my God. I didn’t shut up. I’m in trouble. I’m gonna get fired.”
Rob leans in to all of us, and Rob says, “Hey, guys, do you see that? More of that. Do that!”
The whole time when you’re a kid actor, you’re just around all these adults who are constantly telling you to grow up. They’re mad that you’re being a kid. Rob just created an environment where not only was it supported that we would be kids — and have fun, and follow those kid instincts and do what was natural — it was expected. It was encouraged. We were supposed to do it.
They chanted together:
“I don’t shut up,
I grow up.
And when I look at you I throw up.”
“Then your mother goes around the corner
and licks it up,”
I said, and hauled ass out of there,
giving them the finger over my shoulder as I went.
I never had any friends later on
like the ones I had when I was twelve.
Jesus, did you?
When we were at the Oscars, I looked at Jerry. And we looked at this remarkable assemblage of the most amazingly talented, beautiful artists and storytellers. We looked around, and Jerry leans down, and he said, “We all got our start with Rob Reiner. He trusted every single one of us.”
And to stand there for him, when I really thought that I would be standing with him to talk about this stuff — it was a lot.
“I was really really really excited — like jumping up and down.”
The scene Wheaton was most looking forward to narrating: the tale of Lard Ass Hogan.
I was so excited to narrate it. It’s a great story! It’s a funny story. It’s such a lovely break — it’s an emotional and tonal shift from what’s happening in the movie.
I know this as a writer: You work to increase and release tension throughout a narrative, and Stephen King uses humor really effectively to release that tension. But it also raises the stakes, because we have these moments of joy and these moments of things being very silly in the midst of a lot of intensity.
That’s why the story of Lard Ass Hogan is so fun for me to tell. Because in the middle of that, we stop to do something that’s very, very fun, and very silly and very celebratory.
“Will you shut up and let him tell it?”
Teddy hollered.
Vern blinked.
“Sure. Yeah.
Okay.”
“Go on, Gordie,”
Chris said. “It’s not really much—”
“Naw,
we don’t expect much from a wet end like you,”
Teddy said,
“but tell it anyway.”
I cleared my throat. “So anyway.
It’s Pioneer Days,
and on the last night
they have these three big events.
There’s an egg-roll for the little kids and a sack-race for kids that are like eight or nine,
and then there’s the pie-eating contest.
And the main guy of the story
is this fat kid nobody likes
named Davie Hogan.”
When I narrate this story — whenever there is a moment of levity or humor, whenever there are those brief little moments that are the seasoning of the meal that makes it all so real and relatable — yes, it was very important to me to capture those moments.
I’m shifting in my chair, so I can feel each of those characters. It’s something that doesn’t exist in live action. It doesn’t exist in any other media.
“I feel the loss.”
Wheaton remembers River Phoenix.
The novella “The Body” is very much about Gordie remembering Chris. It’s darker, and it’s more painful, than the movie is.
I’ve been watching the movie on this tour and seeing River a lot. I remember him as a 14- and 15-year-old kid who just seemed so much older, and so much more experienced and so much wiser than me, and I’m only a year younger than him.
What hurts me now, and what I really felt when I was narrating this, is knowing what River was going through then. We didn’t know. I still don’t know the extent of how he was mistreated, but I know that he was. I know that adults failed him. That he should have been protected in every way that matters. And he just wasn’t.
And I, like Gordie, remember a boy who was loving. So loving, and generous and cared deeply about everyone around him, all the time. Who deserved to live a full life. Who had so much to offer the world. And it’s so unfair that he’s gone and taken from us. I had to go through a decades-long grieving process to come to terms with him dying.
Near the end
of 1971,
Chris
went into a Chicken Delight in Portland
to get a three-piece Snack Bucket.
Just ahead of him,
two men started arguing
about which one had been first in line. One of them pulled a knife.
Chris,
who had always been the best of us
at making peace,
stepped between them and was stabbed in the throat.
The man with the knife had spent time in four different institutions;
he had been released from Shawshank State Prison
only the week before.
Chris died almost instantly.
It is a privilege that I was allowed to tell this story. I get to tell Gordie Lachance’s story as originally imagined by Stephen King, with all of the experience of having lived my whole adult life with the memory of spending three months in Gordie Lachance’s skin.
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