I play golf almost everyday with a guy who use to only play by himself. He would go round and round, and from a far, it was obvious he was clueless about proper etiquette and how to treat a golf course. (i.e. driving right up to greens and bunkers). We eventually asked him to join us and have had some great matches over the last 4 years. At some point we realized we both grew up in the Chicagoland area, and as it turns out, his grandfather was a member at Chicago golf club. One day he mentions that he has a caddy medallion from Medinah cc from 1913. Whats so unexpected is that only 7 years ago, he was a part owner in a hunting and fishing camp, way up north in northern Canada. Sitting around the fire at night he went on record as a guy who couldn't ever understand how his friends could play such a stupid game like golf. Now he plays more than anyone in town.