About twenty years ago my wife and I were playing with a tall, athletic, beautiful lady of 80 years at her club in Santa Barbara, standing on the 14th tee and waiting to hit. It was a gorgeous day, the course on a hillside overlooking the Pacific, the cheapest car in the club parking lot a medium sized Mercedes. We were there at her invitation. She was the donor of several million dollars to our college. The waiters (three for a table of four) at breakfast hovered to brush crumbs off the linen and refill our bloody Marys. As we were waiting on the tee, this wonderful lady said, idly, with a smile on her face, "I wonder what the poor people are doing today?" My wife, without a second's hesitation, said, "Well, two of them are playing golf with you!" This magnificent lady told that story at public events for almost another ten years.
