Those who decide at the last minute to fly north to south in the U.S. have two choices -- a rock and a hard place.  I could not make the 15-hour drive to South Carolina with my family on Monday because of a commitment to play golf (see yesterday's posting on the New Haven Country Club).  When I looked for a decent fare on Friday to Myrtle Beach from Hartford, CT or any
I paid the $15 because some years ago I had to sit between two 300 pound wrestlers.

airport within a couple of hours, the best I could do was $250 one way and more than $400 round trip.  But I found a $99 fare on a non-stop flight from Atlantic City on Spirit Airlines.  I decided I would drive the 3 ½ hours from our Connecticut home and booked myself online for a roundtrip on Spirit, with the return on the morning non-stop flight next Wednesday (so I could be on time to chair an afternoon meeting at the charity I work with in Hartford).
    Let's start with the good news.  I found a nice parking spot near the terminal in the long-term lot at Atlantic City International, a short walk to the terminal (only $7 per day for parking).  Check-in was simple and although the airport has no Wi-Fi connection, it was clean and comfortable, if a bit spartan.  The plane, a modern Airbus 319, left on time and arrived a few minutes early in Myrtle Beach.  The leather seat was comfortable and I had no one next to me for the one-hour flight.  No quibbles with any of that.
    The online ordering had gone well until it was time to specify my seat.  First, Spirit asked about baggage; I could check a bag for $15, or two for $25.
Spirit's training manual must include the words: "Do not listen to the customer, do not show mercy, stay focused on charging them for any change."

  Tacky, but fortunately I had no bags to check.  Then it was time for seat selection.  I scanned the seating chart; there were no aisle seats (my preference) in the front 2/3 of the plane, and so I opted for a window seat in row 5...for a $15 surcharge.  The only seats that carried no surcharge were middle seats, and I flashed back to many years ago when I was in the middle seat between twin heavyweight wrestlers, 300 pounds apiece.  I paid the $15, although I found it annoying.
    On Tuesday morning, I checked in online for my flight later that day and printed my boarding pass.  I made one last check of my itinerary and, to my horror, found that Spirit had booked me on their evening flight this coming Wednesday, not the morning one.  I was certain I had reserved the morning flight since I knew I had to be back early (and I do know the difference between AM and PM).  
    I called Spirit's customer service number, which is buried on their web site to discourage any customer from actually using it, and went on hold for 10 minutes.
Of a complaining customer requesting a refund, the Spirit CEO wrote: "We owe him nothing.  Let him tell the world how bad we are."

Finally, someone answered...from India.  "Sorry, sir," she said after I explained I had been given the wrong return flight, "there is nothing I can do.  You will have to pay a $90 fee to change the flight."  I tried patiently to explain that I had signed up for the early flight, not the late one, but it was like talking to a training manual that indicates "Do not listen to the customer, do not show mercy, stay focused on charging them for any change."
    I asked to speak to a supervisor.  She was less helpful.  She gave me the same, "Sorry sir, $90 to change."  I asked her to make the change and charge my credit card but warned that I would be alerting American Express to what I considered an act of malfeasance by Spirit.  Then she said, "Sorry sir, we are inside 24 hours, and I cannot even make the change."  "We are not," I almost screamed, "inside 24 hours for a flight next Wednesday."  Oh, yes, "you are right," she acknowledged, adding "Sir" as the training manual surely advises.
    I'd like to say I will never fly Spirit Airlines again, but I know - and more importantly, they do too - that I probably will because, sometimes, the price is too good to resist (unless they go out of business which is a real possibility).  Resistance is futile when it comes to Father Time, the IRS and, sad to say, the discount airlines.

    Footnote:  The Internet is filled with complaints by those who have had much worse experiences on Spirit than I did.  Last year, Spirit CEO Ben Baldanza, responding internally to a passenger complaint and request for a refund, unfortunately hit the "Reply all" button and sent his true feelings far and wide. "We owe him nothing," Baldanza wrote of the complaining customer. "Let him tell the world how bad we are.  He's never flown us before anyway and will be back when we save him a penny."  

    The single best green that I have ever putted on is at the New Haven Country Club in Connecticut.  And it isn't even on the course.  It is the practice green, a perfect circular piece of sculpted carpet in front of the classic clubhouse, surrounded by electric lanterns for effect and nighttime putting practice, and with grass so dense and well clipped that the fantastic greens on the course almost seem a disappointment.
    New Haven, circa 1898 but re-designed to its current configuration by Willie Park, Jr. in 1922, offers all the effects of parkland golf in England and

I saw strong echoes of Sunningdale in the fairways and greens of New Haven, whose greens are actually more challenging.

was strongly reminiscent of my recent round at the great Sunningdale Golf Club outside London.  Park developed that great layout as well, but I found the greens at New Haven even more daunting.  Plus, the same heather that frustrated me at Sunningdale did me in at New Haven.  The stuff at New Haven was thicker, and twice yesterday I failed to get out of it in one stroke.
    New Haven's greens are big, swirling, fast surfaces that make you think twice or more before you hit any putt from the side or, especially, from
My playing partner Mike announced on the tee, "I hate this hole."

above the hole.  They hook one way or the other from pin high on either side, but that provides a better fate than if you are above the hole at New Haven.

    I played with Pete, Mike and Dick at an outing at New Haven, and on the 13th hole, a short (350 yards) uphill par 4, Mike announced on the tee that, "I hate this hole."  He had played it a few times before and, apparently, memories came flooding back.  He and Dick both played decent approach shots to the back of the huge green and faced treacherous putts downhill to the front pin position.  Mike stroked his putt solidly but without too much force from about 55 feet away and starting yelling at the ball to stop 25 feet before it got to the hole, and with good reason:  Like the Energizer Bunny, it kept going and going...until it made the front edge of the green, 15 feet past the hole, and rolled down the steep false front to 30 yards below the green. 

    Dick took great notice of Mike's putt and just tapped his putt from a slightly different angle about 40 feet above the hole.  You can probably guess the rest; his ball kept trickling until it hung, tantalizingly, on the very front edge of the green before one more rotation took it down the hill.  The ball wound up five yards from Mike's ball.  I was lucky to have hit a mediocre approach to the bottom of the hill and hit a flip sand wedge up to four feet.
    Although it is the second shortest par 4 on the course, #13 is the #3 handicap hole.  When they played the course, the raters were probably above the hole as well.
    (Note:  Something screwy happened with the uploading of photos from New Haven; I'll try to fix it and share a few shots tomorrow, but now I am on my way to South Carolina and will have some market updates from the Myrtle Beach area this week.)