*And yes, the euphemistically named "Chicken House" was on Ram Island, right across the Bulls Head inlet - where a half-dozen hand-picked lovelies were housed during the season - whose sole purpose was entertainment for the members on site. Somewhere in my archives, I've a note from C.B. himself, ordering the maintenance man to get over to the house immediately - because the ladies were bitterly complaining about the lack of hot water. The clubhouse telescope, atop the circular stairs, was used to identify member yachts (before the 1938 hurricane destroyed the berth) by their flags on the horizon, so the staff could greet the arrival with his favorite meal and companion. That is the problem with trying to adjudge the past, using the current cultural climate as a measuring stick - so preached one of my professors in discussing the importance of historical perspective . . . . I'm disappointed that C.B. Macdonald tried to bar John Shippen from playing in the Open, but not advocating removing his statue from the library either. Not everyone can be perfect enough to pass judgment like V. Kmetz.
Oh goody, though sniffing us through his lachrymose realization of dwindling meaning just hours ago, it turns out Olymprick still wants to play... what's it to be now, "Scotland's Gift: Pimps"? is a companion edition "The Evangelist of Concubines" now in the offing?
Still I do not recall ever having lobbied here for the removal of this (or any) statue, nor do I see a previous post of mine in this thread from which to make such an ending comment.
But what am I saying? GLib can take ANY subject, ANY thread straight to the gonads and the serial enunciation of his informercial-grade testosterone regimen. GLib wants you to know he LIKES BANGING BIOLOGICAL FEMALES...he likes thinking about it, contemplating it, making scenarios about it, wondering about it, recounting stories of other people banging females... those of you whose courses have female sheep grazing, consider your invites carefully.
"Green Contours"? "Guest Behavior"? "Irrigation"?... No matter; it all eventually can be reduced to bathroom graffiti of a cock and balls and a pair of tits applied with a Titleist marking pen...maybe, given this anecdote, a phone number: "For a good time: Call 1-516-FUK-WASP"
Still, I'm in no position to announce judgement on CBM in this matter; my private exploits in Amsterdam create a glass house. (I didn't know you could get a statue for it)... I'm just wondering, why isn't the statue on the 2nd floor? That's where it seems all the action was. Or perhaps they've erected one up there to Rachel Uchitel, or Richard Roundtree.
Oh, last social justice point (again, JUST b/c GLibbo brings it up)..."he's disappointed" CBM kept Shippen out? What's his passing disappointment worth? Nothing, a fart, so he can seem like a "fair" guy... but maybe everyone here stops for just a sec, and without needing to rip down a statue in a private club, you can see what minorities, especially African Americans, mean by institutional racism that in just one pocket of cultural affairs, HAS robbed them of their opportunity or ability to have long standing heroes. Maybe if American golf, the richest, whitest, malest sport of long standing, had a minority as it first national champion, then it would've been harder to keep them out of the sport as long as it has.... more heroes that look like they do, that face what they have...more sports unable to keep minorities out... more accomplishments, more honors, more cultural currency and worth...
Just one tiny little pocket of a shameful racial story...and you see how it gets the G(l)ip service...but boy could CBM ever get his friends laid!
***I quasi-apologize to those, who like me, expected to find something further on "Heavily contoured greens," but I will not give up the course turf to native pests, a little Ortho must be applied occasionally