TOM

I live in a log home in Williamsville, Vermont. This does not make me Presidential material. Since I’m a golf nut, what it makes me every late March or so is half (or more) crazed with golf-deprived cabin fever. Luckily, I make my living (such as it is) writing about golf, so now and again the chance to travel to warmer climes to play golf arises and lessens the mania. And drinking helps. As far as I know I’m the only member of both the Golf Writers Association of American and the North American Guild of Beer Writers. (The latter organization is currently is a state of profound slumber, but the research goes ever onward.) This blog will chronicle my attempts to understand why this combination produces such envy in my acquaintances. All of it unwarranted, I might add. — Tom Bedell