Low-paid caddies wore these vests in the late seventies and early eighties while toiling at the Flint Golf Club. Based on my experience, the Flint elite were poor conversationalists, bad golfers and even worse tippers. And nothing lowers your self-esteem faster than lugging clubs for a classmate’s father on a muggy summer day. Made shoveling snow for $5 per driveway seem appealing.