January 12, 2000|By DAN RODRICKS
Walking is not banned, Cooks says. If someone in a twosome or foursome wishes to hoof it, he can. But a golf cart must be in each group. And the walker must keep up with the cart.
Which sounds like exercise to me.
Guardian angel at BWI
Ed Early found himself in an unfortunate situation at Baltimore-Washington International Airport recently -- alone on a cold, rainy night in a large "overload" parking lot, looking for a rental car. He couldn't remember where he'd parked it. (He'd done so in a hurry a few days earlier.) All he remembered was its color (blue) and the first three letters of its Maryland tag ("BNW").
Early, 76, was feeling pretty lonely and frustrated, surrounded by hundreds of cars, when a woman he'd met minutes earlier on a shuttle bus stopped her car. "She'd returned to the lot to see if I was OK and found me wandering about aimlessly," Early says. "She invited me into her car and said we'd cruise the lines to help me find mine."
The woman had an idea: She'd drive while Early aimed his remote key at the rows of cars and clicked. Maybe the headlights of his rental would come on. "And so we continued the cruise," Early says, "me with my arm stuck out of the window, clicking the button, praying the battery [in the remote key] would not die." Half an hour later, as they approached the last row of cars in the lot, lights flickered on a dark blue car. It had "BNW" on the tags.
Early and the woman got so excited they embraced. He asked for her name and address; he wanted to send her a thank-you gift. But she politely refused and drove off, leaving behind a guy convinced of the existence of guardian angels.
