"We're living out the Great American Retirement Fantasy," says Barbara. "We drive all over the country for charity benefits, the Final Four, NBA games. We go everywhere, meet lots of fine people—just me and my husband, a pile of basketballs and a van, all expenses paid!" In 1990, the St. Martins logged 80,000 miles, with the two of them driving the van in shifts. How long can such a road show roll on? "Well," says Ted, "I'm good until 70 or so. But I'd be happy to do a little more coaching, even after that.
"And you never know. Maybe the NBA will go the way of football with its specialized kickers, the way of baseball with its designated hitters. There ought to be a designated foul-shooter. Can you picture it? This short, stocky, bald guy out there, clinching the title!"
Wilton Barnhardt lives in New Orleans, where he is finishing his second novel, "Gospel."