I was playing golf with an old guy in Virginia this weekend. While we were waiting we were looking at some kids playing soccer, and he said to me “There’s something Communist in that game.” Huh? “Well, they all play with one ball.” It was either him or the drunken waitress in the other cart. She was carrying two six packs and kept getting peppermint schnapps from the beer cart. At one point she was smoking a cigarette AND a cigar. So he was the conversation of choice.