About 15 years ago I had discovered the worst driving range in the country. It was in Utopia, Texas. Down here in Texas we call bad courses and ranges goat ranches. One day while I was hitting balls there, if you could call them balls, a gentleman drove by and stopped. He was the owner. His name was Wayne. To my recollection it was the only time I met him. I asked him what gave him the inspiration to build a driving range in the middle of nowhere. His answer floored me.