safe website to order Clomiphene My wife and I flew to Nantucket earlier this week. In the air, we felt kind of rich, because we were the only passengers on the flight, but also kind of poor, because the plane was just a crappy Cape Air twin-engine Cessna eight-seater. I’d flown Cape Air before, on trips to and from Martha’s Vineyard, where my wife and I have spent summer vacations for many years. The weather during those flights was almost always terrible, and I spent most of each one gripping my seat and thinking, “We’re almost certainly going to die, but, if we don’t, this sure is faster than taking the ferry.” The weather this time was perfect, and from the plane I saw lots of golf courses, including the one in the photo above, a public course in Greenwich, Connecticut, right next to the airport. It was almost like visiting Google Earth!
When we got to Nantucket, my wife took a nap, and Bob G.—an honorary member of the Sunday Morning Group, who had made our trip possible by arranging for me to give a talk in a local lecture series—took me on a tour of the island. Because our wives weren’t with us, our tour consisted solely of golf courses.
Old Sconset—the first stop on our tour—is known locally as Skinner’s, because Skinner was the middle name of one of the people who owned it for a while. (It’s now owned by the Nantucket Islands Land Bank.) You can read about the history of the course here.
When Skinner’s is crowded, players reserve their place on the first tee by placing a ball in a sloping chute on top of the fence:
The next day, Bob and I actually played golf, at Sankaty Head Golf Club, a course that’s been on my to-play list for a long time.
There’s lots of cool stuff in the Sankaty clubhouse, including the plaque in the photo below, which hangs on a wall in the men’s locker room. Note that each result is annotated with a description of the day’s weather:
Maybe the very best thing about Sankaty is its caddie camp. Every summer, sixty boys spend two months living at the club and caddying for members. They have their own bunkhouses and dining hall, and there are organized games, trips into town, and other activities, in addition to lots of after-hours golf.
Here’s the camp, which is near the eleventh, twelfth, and thirteenth holes:
And here are more caddies, on the driving range. I felt angry at myself for not knowing, when I was thirteen or fourteen, that spending a summer like this was possible:
The next day, Bob and I played golf at Miacomet Golf Course, which, like Skinner’s, is public and is owned by the Land Bank. We played with Phil Truono, the director of golf.
Miacomet used to have just nine holes, but in 2003 the Land Bank added a second nine and renovated the whole thing. It’s a terrific golf course, and playing it is a relative bargain. People on Nantucket sometimes say that Sankaty Head is for millionaires and Nantucket Golf Club (where we didn’t play) is for billionaires. If that’s true, then I guess Miacomet is for thousandaires and Skinner’s is for hundredaires—so there’s something for everyone, as there always should be. (Non-golfers can look out for themselves.)
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I have flown commercially as a pilot of small aircraft for my entire adult life, about 40 years so far. I have always marvelled at the fine view one gets when flying just a few thousand feet above the ground. The scope of the terrain and cities of this great nation is truly majestic. I especially enjoy looking for golf courses as you do. I know the feelings you have as a passenger as I have flown many of them myself. As with most small aircraft due to lack of performance and many times very short trips, dealing with poor weather is a way of life. You get used to being bounced around in the airspace.
Bruce Memorial in Greenwich may be a better bargain then Miacomet considering the value of land in Greenwich. But Miacomet is a much better course, really enjoyable. The word is the second 9 there was paid for by the initial members of Nantucket Club – a trade of for them being able to build their course on the island.
Great read. What a great way to spend the summer for the caddies.
Just stumbled on your blog article. Great read indeed. I was a caddie in 1980 & 1981 at Sankaty Head. Two of the best summers I’ve ever had. It was an incredible opportunity – I took it for granted frankly. Haven’t been back since, but am longing to go – will sometime hopefully soon. Neat to see all they get these days. We got a couple of gray S.H. t-shirts and stayed in quonset huts but it was still fabulous. Piece of advise….if you can, (and your wife will allow your kids to be gone an entire summer) – DO IT! Let your sons go. It is such an incredible experience.
Me too 94-97. Loved every minute. Doug, norm, and Pete montesano are 3 of the best men you could ever meet. Summer of experience, lifetime of memories. Too bad to see what’s happened to the camp recently.
I was there 1980 81 I’m sonny or arthur horton or the professor best summers ever