On Wednesday I drove past a golf course and felt the need to pull over. An older man in sunglasses was walking from the snack bar to the putting green. His golf bag followed him a few paces behind. I’d never seen anything like it. The bag was on wheels, an electric caddy, trailing him like a well tr…
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