My apologies if I seemed sort of brain dead when you spoke to me at the golf course yesterday. I had just finished playing, was sitting there eating lunch and probably contemplating how bad I played, and when you came up, I knew I knew you, but since you had on your golf hat and was someplace I wasn't expecting to see you, I probably acted even more strange than usual. Just after you walked out I thought "Hell, that was Scotto". Oh well. Age doesn't improve the brain function. Anyway, it was good seeing you and hope you played better than I did on the course.