When my oldest son was young we lived in the slightly rolling E. Texas hills covered in pine trees. We both took up golf and the perfect place to learn was an amalgamation of nine holes wrapped around a natural gas pumping station outside the tiny community of Elysian Fields. The employees whiled away their lunch hours whacking golf balls on a makeshift driving range that eventually led to the makeshift golf course. They opened it to the public and it became a place you could