Chapter 10Fifty-four years old, and black as burnished granite, Bill Bear was a bit of a legend on the golfing circuit. He was mad about golf but useless at playing it. At the age of fifteen he used to supplement his slim wages from parking cars by caddying at the local golf club outside his home town of New Orleans. Loyal, honest, and funny as heck, he soon built up a collection of regular clients who appreciated this huge man with the wonky smile and cheeky manner.
As time passed he developed a passion for the game and an uncanny instinct for judging distances and angles, and little by little, the calls came for him to help out at tournaments further afield. By the time he was twenty-five, he was a full-time golf caddy making a modest living from the five-per-cent cut of his clients’ wi
