The Internet, as we all know, is one giant marketplace.  Houses, cars, golf clubs, entire golf courses, Russian brides...virtually everything is available on the world wide web.  To steal a line from Arlo Guthrie's 1960s song "Alice's Restaurant," "you can get anything you want..." with just a few mouse clicks.
    The Internet is also one big swap meet, with sites like SwapVillage offering a way to dump stuff you don't want in exchange for someone else's unwanted stuff...or to loan out one of your most expensive possessions in exchange for someone else's expensive possession.  In just a few months, I am going to do just that.
    For the last six years, I have been a member of Homelink International, one of a number of web sites that serves as middleman for short-term exchanges of homes around the world.  HomeLink charges a modest
The couple offered their home near St. Andrews in exchange for ours in Pawleys Island.

annual fee to list your home and make it visible to thousands of others who are listing their own homes.  You also indicate which parts of the world you are most interested in visiting.  I probably receive a couple dozen emails each year from other HomeLink members, most of them from Canada and the British Isles, offering their homes for a week or two in exchange for our condo in Pawleys Island, SC.
    My brother, who owns a home in San Francisco, has made a number of successful exchanges with other members in Italy, France and New York City.  From my own observations as well as online discussions with other HomeLink members, homes in such iconic American cities as San Francisco and New York, as well as properties in Florida, are extremely popular with Europeans.  (This could be one of the only good reasons to pick up a distress condo in Miami, to use it as trade bait.)  
    We are about to conduct our first exchange. I was bound and determined to play golf in Scotland this year for the first time as a 60th birthday present to myself, but the rapid devaluation of the dollar was going to make that expensive, if not impossible.  As if by magic, I received an email a few months ago from a retired couple who live in Glasgow offering an exchange of their vacation home in Crail, on the east coast of Scotland just nine miles from St. Andrews, for our place in Pawleys Island.  Crail is itself home to two well-regarded links courses at The Crail Golfing Society, and courses at Elie and Lundin are within a few minutes drive.  The timing was perfect; in April George and Dorothy will stay at our condo in Pawleys Island, and in mid-June my son and I will stay in Crail.
    It has been fun emailing back and forth with George and Dorothy, providing them with recommendations on golf courses they should play near our home and getting the scoop from them on Crail and the local environs.  Tim and I will be dropping our names in the ballot box at St. Andrews every day until we win the lottery and get to play the Old Course.  Now all I have to do is learn how to drive on the "wrong" side of the road.
    HomeLink permits non-members to look at listings around the world, so if you want to check it out, click here.  In June, I'll be reporting on our experience in Scotland and our first turn at house swapping.

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A warm up at the modest driving range at Tobacco Road is almost mandatory to be limber enough to clear the two bunkers just over 200 yards from the men's tees.  The fairway opens up beyond the hills and provides an opportunity to reach the green in two on the par 5, but the approach is totally blind over another two hills.

 


    Mike Strantz, may he rest in peace, had a puckish streak.  For every conventional golf course he designed, like Caledonia Golf and Fish Club in South Carolina, he threw in a couple of whack jobs, none more whacky than Tobacco Road in Sanford, NC.  What his body of work lack in size it makes up for in controversy.  
    I played Tobacco Road yesterday with my son Tim, a huge Strantz fan.  It was in terrific shape and the weather cooperated (60F, sunny, a little breezy).  On a day that could as easily have been 40 degrees this time of year, the tee sheet was filled into the early afternoon, confirmation that Tobacco Road has reached iconic status in the eastern half of the U.S.  Indeed, virtually every golfer I have met in New England has played the course, low handicappers and high-teens players alike.  Most love it and a few, like me, love and loathe it.  
    I'm in transit back to Connecticut after dropping Tim at college, but I'll try to articulate my ambivalence about Tobacco Road in the coming days.  For now, enjoy a photo of the starting hole (above) and two of the finishing hole (below).  Some of my best shots of the day were with the camera.

 

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By the time you reach the 18th tee, you have either become used to the intimidating and blind tee shots over the wilderness, or you have been brought to your knees.  It takes about 185 yards to reach the fairway and an "aiming flue" at the top of the hill shows the way...

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...but you are left with a blind approach shot unless your tee shot winds up within a 10 yard band in the fairway.  Yesterday, the pin was on the side of a hill, and any chip or putt from left of it could not be held within five feet of the cup.