The Common & Recent Bogey Golf Club is small enough to be lonely, and the world is full of golfers who believe more or less what we believe: that the game is meant for walking, that a bogey is an honest result, that the architecture is half the pleasure, and that none of it requires the royal-and-ancient apparatus to be worth doing. These are the clubs we count as fellow travelers. Mark belongs, or has belonged, to each; the notes below are our own reckoning of them, not theirs.

  • Society of Hickory Golfers—the society whose register is closest to ours: a volunteer body that bound itself to standards, in earnest, over a game played for pleasure.
  • Fried Egg Golf Club—the editorial and municipal-golf ally, for whom the architecture is half the game and the common course is worth fighting for.
  • Shivas Irons Society—the spirit-over-score argument made into a society; the contemplative end of the belief that golf is worth more than its card.
  • Random Golf Club—the populist end of that same belief, leading with the plainest version of the creed: there is room for everyone on the course.

Two former entries have moved off this list: the walking-golf society we once counted here is no longer what it was, and The Golfer's Journal—once represented by its Broken Tee Society—belongs among publications rather than clubs.

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