Editor’s Letter
Side Trips and Rental Clubs Chairman and Editor-in-Chief A guy walks into a bar . . . Stop right there, you say. I’ve heard it before. . . . Not this one, you haven’t. The bar was atop the Royal Dornoch clubhouse in Scotland, and the guy was the club secretary. He comes over to my foursome to see how we enjoyed the round. Sitting at our table are the Sherpas who caddied for us that day. They were members of the Royal Dornoch Golf Club; in fact, you have to be a member of the club to caddie there. I can’t think of a club in the world whose disposition wouldn’t be improved if the membership included the caddies. “So what are you doing now?” the secretary says. “Have you played Brora?” I’d…