I had a furlough once, and I was stationed at Fort Harrison in Indianapolis at that time, and I wanted to drive from the Fort to my home in New York. And I had an old… that time was before I had my Buick, I had an old, beat-up Plymouth that I had bought third-hand. And as I'm driving along in Chillicothe, Ohio, I got a flat tire. The tire just went bad. Now in those days you couldn't get tires. Rubber was rationed because of the war, and you had to know somebody who was high up on the tire rationing board to get a tire. I figured I'm stuck here all my life. But I met a girl in Chillicothe while I was wondering what to do, and it turned out her father was the head of the tire rationing board. So I was able to get the tire and I went home on my furlough, and I've always had a warm spot in my heart for Chillicothe, Ohio. Whenever I have to write the name of a small town in any story, it's always Chillicothe, Ohio.