Henrietta Winchester: Mr. Ainsley. I wanted to remark upon the fascinating design of your new Springhill golf course. You appear to have seven holes. Seven. What a curious number. Nine, I could understand. Or perhaps six, played thrice. But... seven. Most courses put ever so much effort into varying their holes. You appear to have liked your third so much, you repeated it immediately. Or take the cart paths. One normally takes such little note of them.
I had a wonderful chance to reflect on that during the three-mile drive from the fifth hole to the sixth. And then, seven. Ah, seven. Such a slope. It would make a fabulous ski run. Not that teeing off with a four hundred yard putt wasn't a unique experience. I confess, when I heard you had carved up your championship golf course for housing tracts, I was concerned it might have impacted the quality a little. Clearly, I underestimated the scope of your ambition. Cordially yours. Henrietta Winchester.