"If I had put together a bunch of guys to create and finance a golf project and paid for it with my own money the way Pine Valley and Shinny were set up I wouldn't open it to the public either...why should I? I totally agree with private clubs."
Brian:
There you go--that's what I've been saying on here. If people really want privacy they have to pay for it. Some obviously don't want to have to pay for it and what then follows is all I'm talking about here.
I should probably tell you how this subject came up with me over there in the first place. The day was a significant one, to say the least, although as it unfolded I didn't know it would be. We were all sort of a traveling band together with the European contingent--it was an ongoing competition. It was at RCD and the day was 9/11/01.
Ahead of us all day was the most God awful, funereally slow Americans from Las Vegas who chose not to acknowledge us (our group did include some truly significant RCDers). To me it was really embarrasing (since you know I'm American) and I actually said I'd go up there and speak with them--something I probably shoudn't have said. One of the so nice RCDers said not to bother they just put up with that type of thing--he said they were used to it. So the subject arose and got discussed on and off over the next some days probably more as an occasional diversion from what was about to happen.
As I came off the 18th green and around the pro shop the worst of those American plodders was in a full state of hysteria and you can imagine why. I stepped into the pro shop and saw on the TV high in the corner the World Trade tower coming down. Two of our American contingent stood there in white shocked horror as their sons worked in that building. Some gratuitous acts of human kindness particularly to do with communications followed from the Europeans and the club I'll never forget. I'll never forget that American who was the worst of them ahead of us, all dressed in black with a Shadow Creek logo on his sweater standing outside the pro shop screaming at the top of his lungs "Those F....Arabs". This was definitely not your normal day. Like everyone else I wasn't sure what to do.
So the time was unusual (we got stranded in North Ireland--not a bad thing at all
as air travel shut down for 4-5 days).
So in a way it was the worst of times and the best of times and I guess in many ways we all got to know each other much better than we ordinarily would have.
By the way Rich, although humor is a wonderful salve at times like that on the subject discussed here nobody was pulling anybody's leg!