Month: July 2016

My golf life–so, my life in general–started with a junior clinic at Rolling Green Golf Club in Springfield, Pennsylvania.  I had no interest in golf until the age of eight or so (by today’s standards, a hopelessly late start).  In fact, I felt hostile toward this placid pastime–it robbed the TV from me on the […]

I have taken some deserved guff from indignant linksters for saying that there are no true links golf courses in my home country.  I know I should have been saying that there were no genuine links, but I have not been to Bandon yet, nor have I sampled the nine-holer on Cape Cod, both regarded […]