“O Romeoville, Romeoville, where the hell art thou Romeoville?” That’s how I tried to identify a route to Mistwood Golf Club on my phone. Siri, however, just got confused. “Artificial intelligence,” my ass. Anyway, once I got the directions sorted, I headed north to an area I perhaps unfairly associate with over-crowded, expensive courses with a pace ofContinue reading “Mistwood Golf Club: Private club experience, public course rates”
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