Requiem for a golf course.  Orenco Woods, rest in peace.  Standing on the 1st fairway September 1, 2006, looking back at the tee, the poles of the driving range net are lying on the ground.  The grass reminded me of some Scottish golf course, and as the sun was setting I almost felt like I was walking past the tranquil pastures near the Old Course at St. Andrews.  It's hard to say goodbye to something that has been close to your heart since you were a kid.  It was always a place where I felt at home, and when I was a teenager of 15 and 16, very secure.  At least I can take my memories with me.  To paraphrase Joni Mitchell, "They take paradise and put up a housing development."