Now that no one is publishing books, I have decided to write them. My timing is impeccable, as usual.
My golf book is pretty much done. Now I have to figure out what to do with it.
It’s about the Poland Spring Caddy Camp and the eight summers I spent there from age 13 to 20, a formative time indeed.
Caddy Camp — cute name but not a cute place. We drew a firm distinction between our camp and the fun camps, which surrounded us in central Maine. Ours was a residential work camp, 10 weeks from mid-June to late August (but we had some fun too).