A pair of running shoes and Nelson Mandela

They were the most ragged pair of running shoes that I had ever seen. Mostly  tattered grey canvas clinging to rubber. It seemed like a minor miracle that they stayed on the feet of my caddie. And for me, they are my most powerful symbol of Nelson Mandela. It was November 1994 and I—the lone Canadian--was on a trip to South Africa with golf journalists from Europe and the United States. The trip was organized to showcase the great golf … [Read more...]