Nothing Is Out of Bounds

In stepped state Supreme Court justice Gerald Loehr, who weighed the neighbor's complaint and closed the sixth hole of one of the world's most renowned championship courses.

(This would be like shutting down the Denon wing at the Louvre.)

Frankly, there's a certain charm to a 17-hole golf course.

(It's reminiscent of the 50-minute hour most therapists offer.)

Winged Foot member Donald Trump has offered to mediate.

(Actually, the club should enlist Trump to buy Pecora's house -- it likely would go into foreclosure, be vacated and solve the problem.)

Incidentally, this is why I wanted to move to Biosphere 2: No golf courses.

(And, incidentally, I am now done with my parenthetical comments. Thank you for staying with me -- it's smooth sailing from here on in!)

Anyhow, I am torn here.

On the one hand, it's hard to back a rich guy who buys a house on a golf course and then whines about golf balls in his front yard. On the other hand, it's hard to back a golf club that buys land to allow rich guys to hit golf balls all day while cutting deals that will relieve most not-so-rich guys of their money.

Which brings us to the New World tradition I alluded to earlier: We take the Indians' land and then honor them by building golf courses in their name on that land.

America's slogan should be: We Are Capable Of Anything. Because we are.