Hey, I'm feeling like this weather is a gulf weather.

Do you have anything about gulf crime and maybe a former president?

Gulf up to the second window and we'll see you next time.

Welcome to True Crime to go. I am John here with Jamie. We have a 10 minute true crime story.

How you doing, man? I'm good. I know you've been looking forward to this one. You've been talking

about it for quite some time. And I'm going to be honest with you. I had no idea this happened.

I didn't either. So I'm really excited to talk about it. So any housekeeping before we get started?

No, I think we're good. We just got 10 minutes. Let's rock and roll. We'll get us rolling.

Dude, I love the masters. The masters is a gulf event. Happens every single year in August

of Georgia. It's one of the it's one of the major championships for golf PGA and probably one of

the most beautiful places on this earth that I've ever been. Story takes place on August the

national golf course, but not during masters week. So honestly, the beginning of this story

sounds like the beginning of a good country song. We're going to be talking about Charles Harris.

In 1983, he was down on his luck. In a very short span of time, he lost his father,

who was a well-known Navy vet and a gust of police department detective. And really, Charles

is best friend. Also, Charles had worked at a paper or I'm sorry, a US steel company for 23 years.

And he lost his job. His marriage was struggling. He was drinking heavily.

So you kind of see what I mean about this being a country song.

If you had mentioned the status of his dog, I think we would have been spot on there.

Yeah, he's having a hard time. And on the morning of October 22nd, 1983,

Harris and his sister were driving around. And they noticed a large crowd of security around the

Augusta National Clubhouse. Harris stopped to ask what all the fuss was about. And he was told

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