I think my first trip and round at Lawsonia was 1958. Yes, then it really was a quiet contemplative place of religious retreat where there was no beer to be had, and the utmost gentlmanly language was the only lingo of the day. And people respected that! And, while I also am agnostic, and do not cling to any religious tradition or dogma... what I wouldn't give to return to that oasis of temperate and considerate ambiance at the old classic Lawsonia, where the golf was the focus of pure recreational enjoyment. I can still recall the sights, sounds and even pleasant "oldclassic"smell in the white wood sided seasonal clubhouse with only burgers fries, hot dogs and soda or milk served, where you munched on them at the turn, or after the round before you departed for the drive home. I can even hear the old screendoor on a spring slam behin as we left the clubhouse. Once in a while you would hear a retreat group singing a hymn, or see folk in a prayer group gathered outside off by the barracks. The carrilion still chimes now and then. But, never did I see or hear in your face or proselythizing the Baptist creed. Then, I would go in the 70s, with an otherwise enthusiastic 20-30 something aged group of Wambaugh "choirboys"characters and same thing; you respected the enclave of religious civility, and it just seemed right, and totally in sync with the extraordinary day of golf "retreat"that the experience imparted on the soul. No proseletizing, just a lovely, peaceful place to get away from the everyday vulgarities of life. There was nothing at all strange or uncomfortable about that particular intersection of golf and the Baptist Assembly. It might have been your preconceived notions that skewed your perception, JK. We all have our bias, of course.