On a gently rolling plain in suburban Chicago one day last week, a pudgy, grey-haired man wearing a lurid $20 sport shirt stepped from a big black Cadillac, rent the air with a grandiose sweep of his cane and exclaimed: "This was nothing more than a bankrupt cow pasture 17 years ago." For ebullient Promoter George S. May, 63, the 134-acre pasture has grown spectacularly solvent and lushly green. It is now known as Tam O'Shanter, the nouveau Ritz among country clubs, whose 6,915-yd. golf course has a telephone on every tee.
On Tam...
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