WESTFIELD, N.J. — On a bright, smoldering afternoon late last week, the golf historians Bob Trebus and Rick Wolffe parked their sport utility vehicle alongside Mountain Avenue and walked through a rusted iron fence into a small cemetery behind a white steeple church.
“Do you remember where it is?” Wolffe asked.
Trebus squinted. He scanned the field for a moment before pointing about a hundred yards out, beyond a stand of pine trees, toward a sunny plot of faded gray tombstones arrayed in a row.
Among them, sitting up straight and dignified, one red basalt headstone somehow appeared to be in better condition than the rest.
“In memory,” it read, “of Boltus Roll.”