Golf Magazine
By Mike Purkey
I hate to be the one to break the news, but we’re getting golf all wrong in this country. I made a trip to St. Andrews, the home of golf in Scotland, in the fall and I must report that I love it more every time I go. For instance.
It’s the edge of dusk and the last foursomes of the day are making their way over the final few holes. All are walking; some carry their own bags, some pull a trolley along behind, and some are accompanied by a caddie. Read More…