It was too strange to be real. Debbie invited me over for coffee. We chatted awhile, and then she invited me down into her basement, claiming she had something she wanted to show me. We headed downstairs and Debbie switched on the light. Oh, my God! They had converted their entire recreation room into an indoor golf course! I counted—there really were eighteen holes. Nothing fancy, mind you, but there it all was, even an old wading pool that they must fill with water to form a temporary “lake” when someone plays. Someone had painted the walls green—and the floor had been sanded, re-tiled, and paved over with stones! “Oh, geez Debbie, this is so bizarre,” I said to her, walking through the course, marveling at everything. “But what did you do with your ping-pong table and your bar, and your–?” “Oh, they’re in the garage for the time being,” Debbie said proudly. “Hank really wanted to do this and Mitch just loves it. Didn’t I tell you, Mitch wants to play pro golf when he grows up?” This too shall pass, I thought cynically, but didn’t say it out loud. Debbie looked so happy and I just didn’t want to spoil the moment. “Well, Deb? Shall we have a go?”