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I recently interviewed a female high school golfer who was signing a college scholarship. I could tell by her and her mother’s demeanor that the family was considerably well-off, and the conversation revealed that her dad was a prominent local doctor who owns a prominent local golf course. Then came a reveal that bothered me for a few days: Not only had her dad filed for divorce seven years ago, he’s refused all contact with her and her three siblings ever since. (A later Google search revealed the year-later wedding pictures of he and his new wife, the voluptuous 20-years-younger general manager of the course.) I was sickened for a few days by the thought of someone denying the existence of four lives they’d created by reducing them to business liabilities. I broke through with a wickedly schadenfreude smile a few days later when I saw another front-page headline:
Golf course in foreclosure, faces auction
