Author: Jeff Erdmann
When you find the place with a bucket of 70 balls for $5, yellow yard markers stretched to 250 yards, and the peaceful tranquility and stillness of country roads void of the hustle of traffic and speed of everyday life, you have found a sense of solitude and can truly appreciate that golf’s purpose extends beyond a scorecard with sprinkled in birdies and occasional bogeys that test your concentration and sanity. To me, golf has many more lessons to provide. Through the sculpted Midwest landscape of endless cornfields and the arteries of countryside roads intersecting like the lifelines in your…
