That's such a delightful description.

When a new building is constructed, he says, it simply appears the day of the tournament’s opening, already inexplicably covered in vines.

(Insert joke about how fast kudzu grows -- This is Georgia, after all.)

The pimento cheese he sold from his store, Woodruff Drug in Aiken, South Carolina, won so many fans across the region that in the 1960s, Masters organizers dropped the husband-and-wife catering team they’d hired since the 1940s to make way for Rangos.

For those not familiar with the area, Augusta is in Georgia and smooshed up against the Georgia-South Carolina state border. Aiken, South Carolina is about 20 miles away, about a thirty minute drive to some parts of Augusta. Augusta is a sprawling city. You can probably drive thirty minutes from point A to point B within Augusta, so reaching out to a unique business in a small town a few miles away is completely reasonable and not some big huge deal, logistically.

Not to take anything away from the small business, just saying that "going to a whole other state!!!" is like tossing a rock across the river in this case, because some river no doubt serves as the demarcation for the state border.