The golf course I worked at was like a gigantic botanical garden. My main job there was mowing fairways and rough, and I knew just about every nook and cranny of that place like the back of my hand. When the weather was fine and I was done it gave me a feeling of well-being to look back at it. I didn’t let the $11 an hour spoil it and almost 7 years later I still get that same feeling whenever I think about it or look at some of the photos I took. At the time, I didn’t need the money as much as I needed that job.