Reading your Summer Sneaks article on James Garner ("Was, Is and Always a Maverick," by Carla Hall, May 15) reminded me of an oft-repeated family story.
My father, who was an avid amateur golfer, played in a pro-am game sometime in the late '60s. After the first 18 holes, he introduced my mother, who was quite star-struck, to Garner, who was playing in the tournament. My mother, trying to be cute and clever, said, "Hmmm, James Garner. I don't think I'm familiar with the name." Well, according to my mother, Garner, in typical Rockfordesque fashion, looked at her and said, "That's OK, lady, I don't know you either."