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I would never have dreamed it in 1975, when in the dead of winter, I moved from South Carolina to Campbellsville and rented a farmhouse from Bess and Clement Whitlock.
But here I was in late April and early May at Quail Hollow in Charlotte, N.C., working as a volunteer - as I have for the past seven years - for the Wells Fargo Championship.
This year, however, proved to be extra special at the fabulously beautiful and lush green golf course that some say rivals even Augusta National and the Masters as THE tournament on the PGA tour.
For one thing, the weather was picture perfect - gloriously sunny, warm, with a refreshing breeze. The golf gods seemed to be smiling the past week on the genteel old Quail Hollow Club and its esteemed 7,200-yard champion golf course.
A guy from Campbellsville won; a man who they say competed on his high school golf team when he was in third grade. His name, as I'm sure everyone reading this column knows, is J.B. Holmes.
Holmes, described in the Charlotte media as having a quirky sense of humor, sank one last squeamish 38-inch putt on the 18th hole and clinched his fist in victory.
What a story and what a payday ($1.24 million) for the golf prodigy from Campbellsville who has overcome brain surgeries, a broken ankle and tennis elbow.
At Quail Hollow, Holmes defeated the likes (among others) of Phil Mickelson, Angel Cabrera, Jim Furyk, Rory McIlroy and Web Simpson. Tiger Woods, a crowd favorite who won here a few years ago, wasn't in the field at Quail Hollow because he's hurt, and 2014 Masters champion Bubba Watson, who usually competes in the Wells Fargo Championship, decided to sit this one out.
The down side of it was I actually witnessed very little of Holmes' magic. That's because I worked nonstop shuttling members of the Quail Hollow Club from the members' parking lot to the clubhouse. I drove a six-seat golf cart all week long, shuttling members back and forth from their cars to the club, and about the only golf action I saw was when I could steal a glance at the jumbotron.
And there, spectacular as life on the big screen throughout the last holes of the Wells Fargo Championship, was J.B. Holmes.
Occasionally one of my golf cart passengers would tap me on the shoulder and ask me if I knew where Holmes was from. I grinned and told them proudly that he comes from a little town in central Kentucky called Campbellsville. And then I'd share with them that I've been there and know it well, and that it's probably a place they've never heard of, but now they're going to hear about it big time.
Everyone I spoke to said it was refreshing to have a "new face" and "new name" win here.
When it was all over and Holmes had his trophy and amazing payday, as well as big boost in the FedEx Cup standings, I raced from my golf cart to the clubhouse. I wanted desperately to snap a picture of Quail Hollow's latest victor. I had my iPhone with me. If I could just somehow get past all the security and get access to him and tell him I represented his hometown newspaper, I felt confident he'd give me a few quotes.
I went to the clubhouse. No J.B. Holmes. I went to the media center; he had just left there and gone to the clubhouse, according to one man in a blue Wells Fargo blazer. I bolted back to the clubhouse and a police officer told me Holmes would probably come out of the locker room and be shuttled to his hotel in Charlotte or to the airport.
Police officers and women in sundresses with huge bouquets of flowers lingered outside the locker room entrance. We waited and we waited and we waited, but no one saw J.B. Holmes.
I missed getting his picture and those quotes. Max Heath, my old demanding editor in Campbellsville and good friend for many years, would have been disappointed in me.
Maybe J.B. Holmes had had his fill of the media and hangers on and escaped through an underground tunnel. And maybe by now he's back in Taylor County, where I worked as a reporter and news editor for the Central Kentucky News-Journal in the late 1970s, and where two of my children were born.
I like to think he'd have talked to me if I could have met him.
Maybe another day.
• Larry Timbs, who has fond memories of Campbellsville and Taylor County, worked as a reporter and news editor for the CKNJ in the 1970s. He retired in May 2012 as an associate professor of mass communication/journalism at Winthrop University in Rock Hill, S.C. He has recently published a novel titled "Fish Springs: Beneath the Surface," which is available in bookstores and Amazon on June 1.