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This chapter focuses on Foxfield Golf Course, run by two unpaid employees, a father and a son. Some say this cornfield mecca never really existed, apart from some inexpensive business cards printed once upon a time. And yet the author played it day after day. However, Foxfield is no more. Theologians, mystics, literary theorists, and quacks insist people become pilgrims only when they realize what they lack. A pilgrimage is a journey undertaken in light of a story. The author then talks about how they wanted to go back to their home farm. After thirty-odd years of such middling Middle Americanism, of Protestant work ethic and prudence bordering on Puritanical, the author was ready to be a true pilgrim, to do what pilgrims do: travel across the burning sands in search of a mecca. |
