May Moe find some heavenly golf.
I knew Moe probably as well as anyone in the world except for Gus Maue and his close companion for the last 15 years or so, Nick Weslock.
A short golf story:
I teed it up with Moe, George Knudson and my friend Pat Doyle, shortly after Moe had won the Canadian amateur championship.
We played at Buttonville, a course where George gave lessons and sometimes stayed for a few scotch & waters.
Moe started the day hitting the flagstick on the first hole, missed a 3 foot putt and made his par.
He then said to George, I've got to hit it close, hit it close, and proceeded to hole it out from the fairway 5 times and each time when the ball was in the air, he would say, I'm not putting, I'm not putting.
Moe shot 66, George shot 69, Pat 72 or 3 and I shot 79 which felt like 100.
It was my first time to play with Moe, and I was awestruck, and made the mistake of taking one of his clubs out of his bag to look at the huge grip he had put on it, and he grabbed it from me and said do I steal your clubs.
May he rest in peace.