'Cause if you’re telling a story, at some point you stop. But stories don’t end.
There’s a beauty in words. You hear something. You read something. And those words – particularly when you are unable to articulate them – are impactful. They make you pause. And then you understand: There really is no end to a story; chapters close but the universal narrative remains.
When Arnold Palmer finished runner-up in the 1960 Open Championship, it was the end to his Grand Slam bid. But the story? It endured. Through Jack Nicklaus, in 1972.