Have you ever noticed how a person handed a little bit of authority will abuse it? In an ironic twist of fate, some of the people with those sort of traits I’ve run into over the years have been golf marshals patrolling the same grounds on which I’ve come to experience some peace and quiet. They are either of the snowbird variety or the people who have lived here all their lives but have recently retired. Their former co-workers are probably thinking, “Thank God he’s gone.”
Some of them act like the Gestapo if you ever step out of line and ...