ST. ANDREWS, Scotland -- I've been here for almost a week now, reporting on haggis, whiskey, rain, soft-core pornography, the Reformation, Jack Nicklaus and choirs that sing in Latin. Yeah, I know. The daily grind. But that's just life on the edge of the North Sea.
If you have questions about the town of St. Andrews, or about the Open Championship, or about why people eat sheep's hearts, lungs and livers, or what a pint of Guinness Extra Cold tastes like, I'm your man.