Who was the astronaut that whacked the golf ball on the moon?  Jill and I were trying to remember who he was.  Why, I don't know.  It was one of those things you just thought of and then couldn't get out of your head.  It was a long time ago.  But then we got silly.  Wouldn't the moon be a great place to play golf.  Or to have a super golf simulator?  There's no gravity.  So your ordinary swing on earth will only take the ball max 300 yards or so, but a good solid hit on the moon could go for miles. Great idea, we thought.  Let's open a business selling trips to the moon.  Golf trips to the moon.  That way every bad golf player can be a champ; real Tiger Woods material.  We were laughing until our stomachs hurt.  Of course we had some wine too, which made it all funnier.  I would be in charge of building the rocket and then the course when we got to the moon.  Jill would do the marketing and keep the books.  Wait, I said.  How come you get to keep the books?  Then she laid it on thick.  Oh, because you are such a genius when it comes to building things.  Right. I'm even better at counting money.   We had a fun night of it.  Tomorrow I'm emailing NASA.