Growing up as a public course golfer in the Scranton area, I viewed the CC of Scranton as some other-worldly combination of Augusta National (never had I seen fairways so pristine and greens so contoured) and Heaven.
Each August, after the "Sammy Davis Hartford Open", a group of touring pros would come for a pro-am held at the club, and as excited as I'd be to see my celebrity heroes, I'd be just as thrilled to walk the rolling fairways and see what was the first "classic" golf course of my aquaintance.
The first year I went there to watch was around 1974, when I was 16. Ben Crenshaw had recently garnered professional status, and was being touted as the "next Nicklaus". I followed him every hole, and hung around as he talked to the local news people after his somewhat uneventful round of 70. I can still remembering him saying something like "I love these older, classic courses like Scranton, and it's one of the reasons I enjoy coming to the northeast." Little could I imagine then exactly what he was talking about, much less that we would go on to design some pretty wonderful classic courses of his own. He struck me then as a gracious gentleman, and if there was ever someone in sport in my lifetime who always maintained that status, it is surely Gentle Ben.
Anyway, back to the golf course. Ian, it's great to hear that you played Travis's work there, and I'm happy to hear that you found it as interesting as memory serves.
I do remember the greens, quite vividly, and the course features a great balance of hole lengths, going from the long dogleg 6th, to the medium 7th, to the short but wild 8th with it's perched green behind a nest of bunkers, to the elusive uphill 9th, with another slippery green. Still, the parts of the course that stick with me are the lengthy downhill 16th with an elevated approach required off a downhill lie, the brutally long par three 17th, and the gorgeous, uphill par-five 18th, with the daring second needing to carry a diagonal set of cross bunkers mid-fairway, leading to THAT green, set just below the clubhouse. For some reason, that hole always reminds me of the 9th at Oakmont, although in many ways it's probably more treacherous.
I'm hoping to be able to arrange to go back and play the Country Club of Scranton this summer, and finally get to test those greens that I watched so many superb players roll their eyes in vexed frustration on over the years.
Some memories are worth re-kindling.