Golden Brown*

Golden Brown*

Many years ago I met a fourball of elderly gentlemen in a Greystones bar. They looked beat, despondent, even distraught. They had played Druids Heath, and they were drowning their sorrows after their round. It was their first visit to the course and, they said...
Watergate!

Watergate!

After months of being away, we’re finally back on the golf course. Life has, to some degree, found a more familiar shape… even if our swings have not.    During the downtime, golf clubs around the country were busy and now members (and everybody else for that matter)...