Yancy,like you said there are a million Arnold stories and here's mine. I'll try to be as concise as possible. In1985 i was working in the bag room of a local course here in Fl. Arnie was playing an exhibition with our director of golf and two local pros. An attractive female member around Arnolds' age begged me to drive her out to the hole they were on as she was desperate to meet Arnold. When we arrived, i think they were on the 15th hole which is a par three. Obviously there was a fairly sizeable crowd following the foursome,and everyone turned to see what wasgoing on as we drove up. The director of golf quitely asked me what was going on? I explained the members persuasivenes in begging me to bring her out(he was quite familiar,with this himself) so he sort of nodded,but was clearly unhappy. The entire time Arnie was taking this all in with that rye little smile of his on his face as he knew exactly what was going on,as i'm sure this sort of thing happened to him all the time! The member brushed brushed all this aside and marched up and introduced herself to Arnold. Arnold,came over to me and introduced himself,shock my hand,while the players were hitting. I explained to him i was powerless in this situation he chuckled and said he understood. I was dispatched back to the cart barn with only myself in the cart. What a great guy Arnie was,totally understand why he had an army!