Bob:
Your post #6 is very, very interesting to me. Go on, by all means. I'd like to see and hear something of a rant on your part on the subject which I sense is bubbling to the surface anyway.
You mention cultural. Do you think it's possible that "can-do", dynamic, "change at any cost" America may actually be, and perhaps always has been, far more straight-laced, Victorian and moralistic underneath than the British Isles? Do you think that may be why we are basically into essentially the penal philosophy in 20th century American golf architecture? You know, we can't stand anyone to get away with anything in a moral sense---that the sinners must pay, in other words.
For God's sake would you just look what this mad political genius Carl Rove has uncovered, fostered and promoted in the last few years with this "Evangelical Right"?? They say he's organized seven millions of those maniacs.
Can you imagine if any of those people got into golf architecture in America?? The fairways would be straight as an arrow and about two yards wide with every conceivable form of perdition and damnation on either side. Furthermore "Right to Lifers" would probably be banned from playing golf. Maybe even everyone would! It's a sin to enjoy yourself and experience pleasure for any reason other than religiosity, you know?
Long live the off-beat fantastic old British Isles freethinking eccentrics. At least they can still see and understand the utiliity, the spirit and the philosophy of wide fairways with knick-knacks sprinkled throughout them and the wonders of how that can promote free choice.
A few years ago some one of our members had a whole group of those beauties from Muirfield over here and he asked me to play with them. You should've seen those guys---what a bunch of pieces of work.
The day was about 37 and blowing. They were all decked out in tweeds and such and one of them, Johnny Manca, even had on his three piece knickers suit. All they did is hang around the clubhouse sipping scotch for a while and standing on chairs and such looking at all the old pictures on the walls. When the time came to tee off I asked them if they'd like to hit some balls and they all said; "Oooh no", and they just preceded to the first tee without even so much as a practice putt and each drove it off in about half a New York second as all the rest crooned "Well away, laddie!"
And well away we all went!