“Hello there,” the bartender said. He was an elderly man with a bushy grey beard and a balding head. “What can I get for ya?” he asked with a ...early toothless smile. “What’s the strongest thing you got?” I asked having a seat on the stool. “Whiskey,” the bartender replied. “That’ll do” I said. He poured me a glass and I paid him (I’ll let your imagination fill in where I got the money from). “So stayin’ for the show?” he asked with a smile. “What show?” I asked. “Oh well we get a couple of acts. "Becka," I asked, suddenly having a thought. "Do we have any grav generators to spare, what with our sound-proofing modifications?"There was a long pause before she answered, but she seemed confident in her answer when she did. "Yes, we could spare one more - just as long as you're sure you're not going to be doing anything but running and some low altitude, low speed flying. Why?" I was thinking it might be hard to keep from stepping on people if more of them get put in place as a barrier. She hummed a tune as she washed the pots, there was not many. From the state of the house she guessed he lived alone, there were no signs of a female here or the kitchen would be tidier.“Everything ok?” called Richard“Yes sir nearly done”“I have the money ready here” Richard told her“Thank you sir”The work having been done the girl went into the room and Richard proffered her the money.“Is there any other work sir”“Well yes” said Richard “But I hardly think it is your type of work”“Just say sir. He stood behind the ball in his normal pre-shot routine. After deciding on his line he stood over the ball and visualized his shot. He drew the club back and hit a huge drive down the first hole - the ball started down the right center of the fairway and drew to the left center. The ball rolled twenty yards past Vijay's big drive and as the crowd went crazy, Dave heard that familiar, "You're the man, Dave."Dave picked up his tee and smirked at his father. Roger grinned back and took the driver.