Tiger woods age

Tiger Woods PROLOGUE
Standing between two gravestones, Mike Mohler drove a posthole digger deep into the dirt, twisting it like a corkscrew. It was Friday, May 5, 2006, and warm temperatures had softened the earth at Sunset Cemetery in Manhattan, Kansas. Clump by clump, the balding forty-four-year-old sexton meticulously dug a grave, piling the dirt beside it. In twenty-four hours, the ashen remains of the city’s most famous son would be laid to rest there. Hardly anyone knew the burial was happening, and Mohler aimed to keep it that way.

The night before, Mohler had been home watching television when his phone rang. It was about nine p.m., and the caller didn’t identify herself. “We have a burial coming your way,” she said.

An odd way to begin a call, thought Mohler. Especially one made to his home at such a late hour.

“What’s the name of the deceased?” he asked.

“I can’t tell you that,” the woman said.

“Well, I can’t help you if you won’t give me a name,” he told her.

“I can’t do that unless you sign confidentiality papers,” she said.

Mohler told her that wo

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