vaneramos's post about his father and golf reminded me of my golf experience circa 1950 when I was 12.I was visiting a friend at his family's summer house in Sharon CT for a couple of weeks. It turns out that the local golf course needed a caddy or two. I used to go to a driving range with my father to hit balls out and played lots of miniature golf but that's all I knew about golf. My friend's mother drove me there every day for a week and half and I became the regular caddy of a nice somewhat elderly man named Hiram Bingham since he played there every day. This was before golf carts so I carried his bag and handing him clubs when he needed them, etc. He told me that I seemed to know what I was doing (which was a slight surprise to me).
I learned from other people at the club house that he had once been the Governor of Connecticut but didn't know much else about him.
Harry Bingham III had been groomed to be a missionary, but married a Tiffany heir, had an academic post at Princeton which included leading South American expeditions. Later he was Lt governor and then governor of Connecticut and then was elected as a US senator. I sure wish I had know some of this when I spent a few hours in his company everyday.
