Worked the front desk at the Palm Court Inn a couple of off-seasons. That was an experience. Even had a murder during my tenure. Don’t think it was ever solved.
That neighborhood was borderline. They even opened an auxiliary police office on property. (Related story)
At one time, it was a nice place. Many of the caddies and players stayed there during the tournament. We hung around the pool and hot tub and barbequed on the gas grills which were scattered among the property.
The rooms, small but well kept, were equipped with kitchenettes which came in handy. Many on tour welcomed the respite, although short lived, from the mundane ‘restaurant every night’ routine. All in all, it was a decent place to stay and the price was right.
Back then, management was adequate but by the looks of these travel reviews, things aren’t looking up.
Of course, this was a time when the tour was more of a traveling family than a business. The old-timers know what I mean. The newbies can only imagine.
I can see the Palm Court still gets its share of press. SWAT robot survives encounter with flying microwave oven Some things never change.
I remember during one of my winter stopovers, “Quiet Dave” (another caddie) invited me to a rocket launch in the desert. He was into model rocketry and the club to which he belonged had a monthly meet to display their wares and ignite a few missiles for fun.
When it was Dave’s turn, he opted for a rather diminutive specimen. It had a red streamer attached to help track its flight and aide in recovery. Considering the terrain and gusty wind conditions, every avenue of retrieval was needed or the sands of time (actually the Sonoran Desert) would swallow it for eternity.
All systems were go for Dave’s launch and proceeded without delay. In a blink of an eye, the projectile’s short but rapid accent made it invisible except for the fluttering red streamer.
We watched intensely, not wishing to loose sight of its return to earth. After landing, we vaguely marked the spot and decided to split up in an effort not to cover the same ground twice.
After a few minutes fighting the eye-stinging dust whipped up by the desert wind, our serpentine paths eventually found us face-to-face a few feet apart. In perfect unison we looked down. Me to the right and he left and there it was.
As expected, you think it was the errant rocket we found, but no. It was the one thing we would not have expected but, given we were two caddies aimlessly searching for a lost object, should have. What did we find? A a golf ball of course.
By the way, it was a Molitor if I’m not mistaken. Never did find that rocket.
Looking forward to watching The US Open. By the sound of some of the interviews, Pinehurst will bring them to their knees. Hot and steamy is the forecast. Even better.
Then there was this:
Debit card scam targets Greater Kansas City residents – Not just Kansas City. I got this call yesterday.