When I wrote my first column awhile back, I promised to recycle some of Daddy’s columns. I have a treasure trove of them and spent an hour reading before deciding on the one to begin with. Hungry Horace’s Hi-Jinks By Horace R. Brandenberger (June 16, 1993) Unedited The other day while playing golf with Tom, Dick, and Jerry (really that’s their names) they tried to convince me that I couldn’t possibly become even a fair golfer.