My brother-in-law, living near Toronto, set out one evening for a stroll around his local golf course. He knows nothing about golf but he does enjoy this form of exercise. No one was around, but coming up to a putting green he came across a man with a clipboard making notes and they soon fell into conversation. “Do you play golf?” enquired my brother-in-law. “You might say that,” said the other, stretching out his hand to introduce himself: “Arnold Palmer.” My brother-in-law has dined out on that one for years.
