Seeing who’s at home on the golf range

Anyone who doubts that golf is a big tent should go to a public driving range. That is where I do most of my practicing since, as a newspaper reporter, I can’t afford the costs of joining a private club—certainly not in the expensive New York City area—without some kind of government grant. In this respect I’m like 90%-plus of the 25 million or so Americans who sometimes play golf. To hit balls, we have to pay by the bucket.

I love ranges. The one nearest my house has 62 covered stalls, is heated in winter and cooled by fans in summer, provides reasonably new balls and has a well-stocked pro-shop.