Thursday, June 30, 2016
Any moment, now, our lifeguards
of the roadways will be lectur-
ing us on the casualty rates in
the American approach to holi-
days. Leaving aside mechanical
mishap - not the wisest thing
to do, considering manufactur-
ers' rates of afterthinking the
devices they sell us - the risk
seems to lie in an approach to
destinations tending to suggest
an ambivalence toward arrival.
How often a bunker reveals this.
Did one really want to play
this course, anyway? How many
of the tee's best drivers must
have mulled the sobering ques-
tion this month in Pennsylvania.
I never like to ignore an Open
at Oakmont; but I would equally
seldom like to remember it for
the Church Pews, ingenious if
somewhat ostentatious penalty
ports for poor driving, divid-
ing the 3rd and 4th holes. They
call to mind the wiser, more be-
nign siren call of discretion as
the finer point of holiday val-
or, You can always crash here.
To watch poor Trump's embarrass-
ing unraveling in Scotland, hail-
ing the misgovernance of impul-
sive plebiscite as a personal
advantage to him, was enough to
to reinforce the dignity, even
the comparatively noble vision,
of mastering where to flop.