I used to joke around that my mother was worried that I was going to turn out to be just like my Uncle Maverick. In reality that wouldn't be a bad thing at all. As a child, while my Grandmother Maureen was still living, I spent a lot of time with my Uncle Bobby and he couldn't have been more generous or kind to me, not to mention a lot of fun. Hope you hit a couple of hole in ones in Heaven. Love you Mav, Billy.