Now that time has sped up and my dotage is growing larger in the windshield - with a golf game long eroded past the point of restoration - which course I'd choose to play until they bring the wagon round is coming more clearly into view.
Shinnecock Hills would not even make page 11, nor would Muirfield, although I cannot understand why either would choose to inflict deep, tangled rough on their membership.
NGLA is an easy choice of course, but having played a few holes with Uncle Bob - and watching my father's zest for the game erode due to the arduous challenge of the Lake Course - there are several holes at NGLA that are a bit too much, even for aging lions. #3,4,11,16 and 18 would be a tough slog in the wind for spindly legs and meatless bones . . . .
Having often speculated and ruminated on how many years I have left to truly enjoy the great courses of the world, I'm going to flip a coin between North Berwick and Lahinch. Prestwick belongs in that category, but I cannot imagine the 78 year-old version of me successfully launching my pellet over the Himalayas. Klondike's wall can be skirted around and at least there is a sliver of light at The Dell to run the ball in between the dunes.
Odd that so few American courses have the necessary combination of quirk, charm and playability. We are a culture that worships youth, so I suppose it makes sense. I'll add Swinley Forest and Sunningdale Old to the list, but I'm not sure they allow pontifical Armenians into the sacred portals, so it might be best to stick to places with a higher tolerance for boozy rants.