Having gazed out of a St. Andrews University dorm window at the Old Course and seen only hazards like gullies, grazing cows and cow pies, I can vouch that golf and gators don't mix. This was confirmed when I lived in Savannah, Georgia: There and in nearby Hilton Head, South Carolina, fat-cat golfers feeling around for balls in water hazards sometimes lost hands, arms or legs.

To celebrate our 250th anniversary as a nation, our golfing President Donald Trump had a similar gator habitat created in the National Mall's reflecting pool, turning it into a veritable cesspool of puke-green algae. He blames vandals, but that's rich coming from a world-class vandal, who pollutes, ruins, or destroys everything he touches.

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Harold Branam is an old West Virginia guy living along country roads. He was a Marshall Scholar in England, an assistant editor of the first "International Encyclopedia of Communications," and a professor and chairman of English.

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