Robert Stephen Ollerhead

On our trip to England to play in a Ryder Cup style competition between a bunch of us from Charleston National, and Bobby's buddies from the U.K., we had lively competition and more than a few "moments". One of my faves is the day we played Walton Heath, where a Ryder Cup had been competed, and whose membership included Winston Churchill among other noted members. (Bobby had some high class friends.) The "gentleman" who arranged the British lineup, which included "The Voice of Golf on the BBC" as well as several club pros, was a wonderful, if flawed golfer whose life included regular bouts of drunkenness, cocaine use, and a general "flair" for life. The day in question was a heat wave, absolutely outside the norms for England, and Bobby's English friend was suffering from a "bout with the Devil" from the previous night, but was dressed all in black. In an effort to fight off the sun's rays, he had put his hankie, soaked in water, on the top of his bald head, somewhere during the round. As the rest of our (U.S.) team waited at the 18th hole, tied for the lead with our U.K. friends, Bob's friend came up the 18th fairway, obviously suffering from the ravages of an intense hangover as well as the extremely hot temperatures and an unfiltered sun, his hat/hankie/sunshade had disappeared; his bald head directly affected by the merciless sun. Knuckles, in the perfect English accent called out, "I say, Stewart, it seems you have lost your hat." HOnestly, I don't know who won, but it doesn't make a difference. We all had a super time. Always a super time with the Bobster.