MRS. JOHNSON: You just keep scaling down, leaving your friends. This is probably our final move. A beat. She smiles, cryptically. It's depressing to think about.
STAGE MANAGER: There's Karen Bednarski, in the golf museum. She was the museum's original curator. Came here from the USGA. Now she's a consultant.
KAREN BEDNARSKI: She is holding a gold medal, given to Roberto De Vicenzo upon winning the 1967 British Open. Through the windows you can see tourists trying to hit balls onto the island green—$5 for two chances—in the middle of what was once Camp Lake. She speaks to a visitor. I wanted a British Open medal for the longest time, but people don't want to give them up. I'd been after Roberto for years, but he just wasn't ready. Then he came here for the 2000 induction ceremonies. He called me aside and said, 'I have something for you,' and he handed it to me, in its original case. I showed it to my boss and locked it in my desk. I was so thrilled.
STAGE MANAGER: Karen came in at the beginning, in 1996, when that pond with the green was a lake, practically, deer still climbing out of it. In the early years of the Village, everybody had a little fiefdom. Mr. Davidson was trying to sell houses, somebody else was trying to sell hotel rooms, somebody else was trying to sell museum tickets. No cohesion. Now there's a new guy in, Bruce H. Lucker. He's the chief operating officer for the World Golf Hall of Fame. He grew up in Queens, a total New Yorker. He was part of the team that came up with that I Love New York campaign. Can't break a hundred. But he has a vision for the World Golf Village.
BRUCE H. LUCKER: There was too much a sense of self-containment in the Village, outside it too. I want to tear down the walls around the World Golf Village.
STAGE MANAGER: I had the idea that Mr. Bruce H. Lucker and Johnny Haire ought to get together.
Bruce and Johnny head out of the World Golf Village, in Bruce's company car, a Buick Park Avenue Ultra. They go west on International Golf Parkway, the old Nine Mile Road.
BRUCE H. LUCKER: Nights were chaos in New York when I was growing up. The garbage trucks. Kids making noise....
JOHNNY HAIRE: We would pray for cars to come by just so that we could say, "Hey."
They arrive at a restaurant called the Outback Crabshack, a few miles from Johnny's house, on Six Mile Creek. Johnny's been going there all his life, but the secret's been out for years now. These days you can buy T-shirts there. Over lunch Johnny tells Bruce about the time a deer he had shot, on property abutting the World Golf Village, sought shelter in a Village golf maintenance shed. Bruce tells of the decision not to license the I Love New York phrase, to encourage its worldwide use.