Shivas,
You and I will be the only golfers stylish enough to wear authentic Vuarnet sunglasses at the tourney in August. The only concession to my dotage being that mine are prescription.
Tony,
I was taught by an accomplished cook many years ago to salt the water, but seeing as this has been debunked through hard science, please send me your address and I'll gather up all my cheapo stuff and send it off. I suppose the variety of salt is irrelevant on a diet of blood pudding and pig knuckles.
Richard,
You've proven my point, I am not Chinese enough to build my own Linux system.
One other newfound point of snobbery is attendance at professional golf tournaments. As a working journalist for years, inside the ropes and with "all access" passes, I got used to hobnobbing with players, caddies and my fellow wizards. Now, being a 5' 9" schmuck getting corralled like a farm animal by self-important douche bags who think they are USGA officials because they have a "Quiet Please" sign and a uniform uglier than our Ryder Cup get-ups, I'm done. The 2012 U.S. Open at my home club cured me forever. Maybe I'll go back to golf writing for money someday, but until then, I refuse to be herded like a sucker as part of what has become a vulgar, overblown, overcrowded, money grubbing exercise in USGA and PGA Tour avarice.