Thanks for your article, "The Greenskeeper". It brought back so many memories. Back on Long Island as a teenager, during daylight savings, I used to race home from school, throw the books in my room, grab my sticks and head out to the links hoping to catch this other-worldly combination of late spring sweet-air and slumbering honey-colored sunlight that used to bathe the 17th hole of my then home course. I would play four balls down that hole and just drink it all in. It was, and to this day still is, my favorite place on Earth.