This is the title I chose for my personal blog, which is meant to give me an outlet for one of my favorite crafts – writing – plus to use an image from my favorite sport, golf. Out of college, my first job was as a reporter for the Daily Astorian in Astoria, Oregon, and I went on from there to practice writing in all of my professional positions, including as press secretary in Washington, D.C. for a Democrat Congressman from Oregon (Les AuCoin), as an Oregon state government manager in Salem and Portland, as press secretary for Oregon’s last Republican governor (Vic Atiyeh), and as a private sector lobbyist. This blog also allows me to link another favorite pastime – politics and the art of developing public policy – to what I write. I could have called this blog “Middle Ground,” for that is what I long for in both politics and golf. The middle ground is often where the best public policy decisions lie. And it is where you want to be on a golf course.
As I write this, I have played my last golf round for the winter in La Quinta, California.
The location is The Palms, a great, 20-year-old track that sits on the border of PGA West, or as it is known, the Western Home of Golf. The Palms is separate from PGA West, sitting near, as PGA West does, the San Jacinto Mountain Range.
Great views. Great weather. Great golf.
Here are a few highlights of my sojourn in the California desert.
- I had the privilege of playing four times a week with a great group of guys, some of whom live in the desert year-round – kudos to them for staying in the intense desert heat in the summer – and others are snowbirds like me.
I found a home with this golf group a couple years ago and it is great to be able to play every week. Good golf is not necessarily the goal. Score doesn’t matter. Friendship does.
- I also experienced this year a first for me – getting hit by a golf ball on the course…a first in more than 40 years of golf. The shot was a “hozzle-rocket” – read “shank” – hit by a friend of mine. He’s still a friend! The golf ball me in the head. No lasting damage; just a lot of blood and a scare.
- In our four-times a week game, we play mostly “for the love of game,” though a little money changes hands. Never more than five bucks, either winning or losing.
One of my friends said the other day that he suspected, over the winter, most of us came out about even. Winning sometimes. Losing sometimes.
All of us feel a great sense of good fortune to be able to play at The Palms, a course designed by golf pro Freddie Couples and his friend, Brian Curley. I tell my friends who have not played the course that its main defense is the 18 greens – hitting them, holding them, and putting on them.
So much so that a common story is that Canadian golf pro Mike Weir, before he won The Masters’ Golf Tournament a few years ago, came to The Palms to practice putting. Not to suggest that The Palms is as good as Augusta National, but I guess I would imagine it is the ballpark.
When I first joined The Palms four years ago, veterans told me it’s not possible to read greens effectively. Rather, you have to memorize what putts do. And, good luck with the short memories of old guys like me.
A few other Palms’ distinctives:
+ There are no tee times. The pros work you in on the 1st tee when you arrive at the course…which means there is always a pro on the tee.
+ The requirement is to play in three-and-one-half hours, easy to do if you focus on playing golf intentionally, but hard to do if you grow accustomed to “resort golf” where rounds can take up to five hours.
+ Cell phones are banned on the course. Or, at least they are banned from producing out-loud signals. In a nod to players who are working, the rules were adjusted a couple years ago to allow checking phones for texts. But, still, phones are not supposed to ring on the course or in the clubhouse and you are not allowed to talk on a phone other than in the clubhouse parking lot.
So, my wife and I head north tomorrow morning. In some ways, tough to leave given all that La Quinta has to offer. But, overall, we are looking forward to being home – and Salem, Oregon is home.
For me, the good news is that there is golf in Salem, too…at Illahe Hills Golf and Country Club. Will be good to be home at my “forever track” with all of my friends from the Salem area.