Then wouldn't Homer be Yoda and this person be Luke?
Point taken.
From the moment I stepped off the airplane that rainy night in January 1982, Homer Kelley was always Yoda to me. I had flown from Atlanta to Seattle to be personally trained and authorized by him as a GSEM.
He said he would meet me, and as we passengers spilled from the plane into the terminal, I looked to my left and there he was. A little guy in a green jacket and porkpie hat, standing humbly but resolutely just outside the ropes amid the waiting family and limo drivers. He held chest-high a handwritten cardboard sign that read "G.O.L.F. "
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