Moe carried his Masters Badge in the glovebox of his car. He was never without it. I often asked him to show it to me so that he could feel proud of his accomplishment. A masters badge is quite an honor.
On one occasion I asked him to show it to me when he pulled it out of the glove box wind-swept through the car blowing papers from the compartment. I chased the papers around the parking lot with a golf club, trapping one of them. When I picked it up I noticed it was a check from Golf Digest for video sales royalties. The check was 5 months old.
“Moe, you need to deposit this check,” I said “they expire after a while.”
“Ok, Ok” Moe said as I put the check back in his car.
Moe carried pockets full of cash. One time I asked him how much he had in his pocket and I stopped counting at $20,000. Thanks to his good friends in Canada who managed his money and his finances.