Activities.

"Please, come in, Mr. Tully."

Tully entered the room slowly, glancing at the expensive artwork at the wall. He was about 5’8, with brown hair, and athletically built. He was wearing a sports suit and tie. "Pleasure to meet you, Mr. Adams.."

"Please, call me Chuck." Chuck rose to shake the hand of his visitor. "Have a seat." Chuck sat behind a mahogany desk, dressed in a t-shirt and jeans. He looked to be under 30, with light blonde hair and blue eyes. He wore glasses with brown rims. "You probably haven’t heard of me."

"No," said Tully. "Not until you asked me in for this interview."

"I like to keep a low profile," said Chuck. "I’m worth a lot of money, though. Quite a lot of money."

"That’s good to hear," Tully replied.

"Hey," said Chuck. "I’m just a regular guy. I’m 28, not much older than you. Just made a few good investments." He peered at Tully. "You’re not jealous, are you?"

Tully shook his head. "No, not really. Money has never been my object. Except when I look around the bare walls of my two bedroom apartment, see my family starving…" He buried his hands in mock tears."

"Good, good!" said Chuck. "I like a man with a sense of humor! Well, let me explain the job that I’m interviewing you for."

Tully took out his notepad.

"I’m looking for an activities director," said Chuck.

"An activities director," asked Tully.

"Yes," said Chuck. "You see, I’m quite bored. All this money I have…I really don’t know what to do with it."

"Hmm," said Tully. "If I may be frank…"

"Certainly," said Chuck.

"Are you looking for women? I’m sure a lot of women would be interested in a man of your means."

Chuck shook his head. "No, that’s not why I hired you. I can find my own women." He smiled. "I’m just looking for you to arrange some enjoyable activities for me."

"What kind of activities," Tully asked.

"I’m not sure," said Chuck. "Just something interesting."

"Interesting?" asked Tully.

"Yeah," said Chuck. "You’re the activities director at Camp Pemble, right?"

"Right," said Tully.

"So I know you are qualified! And for every dollar we spend on my activities, I’ll donate a dollar to Camp Pemble. Plus, of course, I’ll pay you a generous salary."

"Sounds good," said Tully.

"Yes," said Chuck. "Why don’t you think about it. Get back to me."

"Okay," said Tully. "I will." He shook Chuck’s hand and left the room.

The next day, Tully returned. Chuck was outside playing basketball on his NBA regulation size court. "Any ideas," Chuck asked eagerly.

"Well," said Tully. "I did think a little about it."

"And?" Chuck asked.

"How about an African safari?"

Chuck thought as he dribbled the ball around the court. "An African safari?"

"Sure!" said Tully. "See the zebra, the wildebeest, the giraffes! A wonderful experience."

Chuck took a shot. "Tully, I’m looking for something more..unique. Something totally far out."

"Totally far out?"

"Right," explained Chuck. "Anyone can go on a safari. I’m looking for something more unique."

Tully thought for a minute. "How would you like to play basketball against the greatest players. Karl Malone. Patrick Ewing. Tim Duncan."

"Now you are talking," Chuck replied enthusiastically. He jumped for a rebound. "I will dominate!"

"Okay," said Tully. "I’m sure for a few million we can get a training camp especially for you."

Chuck shook his head emphatically. "No. I have to play in a real NBA game."

"You can’t play in a real NBA game!" Tully said. "How could you do that?"

Chuck dribbled between his legs. "Look at these moves! Of course I can play in a real game. Why don’t you set it up for me."

"Welll," said Coach Bradkins, peering at Chuck. "According to my roster, we’ve signed you for a 10-day contract."

"That’s right," said Chuck.

"I don’t believe I’ve heard your name before."

Chuck smiled awkwardly. "No, I don’t believe you would have."

"Not that tall, are you?" commented Bradkins.

"No, I’m more of a guard," Chuck replied.

"Why don’t you show me some of your moves," Bradkins said. He watched as Chuck dribbled around the court. Coach Bradkins frowned. "I’ll have to talk to the front office about this."

"Was I good?" Chuck asked. He was sweating.

Coach Bradkins hurried off. He came back a half hour later. "Chuck," said Bradkins. "I understand your unique position. However, I’m not sure if its…compatible with my coaching ethics."

"Your coaching ethics?" asked Chuck.

"Yeah," replied Bradkins. "I have a responsibility to put a quality product on the floor. It’s not about money. I’m a coach."

"Give me a shot," pleaded Chuck. "Just give me five minutes to prove myself."

Bradkins reflected. "I’ll think about it. Meanwhile get yourself a uniform and meet the guys."