I was going through Carmel during the Pro-Am Invitational some years back and swung around Seventeen Mile Drive for no particular reason except to gawk at the celebrities. About the time we were passing the clubhouse at Spy Glass I decided I had to use the facilities. While so involved I happened to take a sidelong glance at the gent standing next to me and realized I was pissing just one urinal away from the one then being put to similar use by Bing Crosby. I got so startled by the experience that I might have splashed on him a little. I probably did.

Oh, well. Into each life some rain must fall. He finished and left while I was still puttin mine away.

Spud