I had a brother five years older than myself, named Sandy. He also was a big factor in my life, he was as kind as could be, he let me go wherever he went, he let me follow after him, his friends used to say that if Sandy stops short, Phillip's nose will go right up his arse. And he wanted to be… very early on he wanted to be an artist, he wanted to be a painter and he went to art school on Saturdays in New York City, the Art Students League on West 57^th Street. And I had an uncle who was also a painter, my mother's... brother, and so I saw that people had occupations outside the common place ones, you know, and he had all his art equipment in the dining room and would draw there and paint. Whenever we went anywhere on a bus together he was drawing, all the time he was drawing the other… the other people, and I was amazed by what he did. It was… it still amazes me. He's... he's now dead, he died two years ago at the age of 81, I think. My mother and father, of course, died some time ago, about 20 years ago my mother and about 12 years ago my father. So I'm the last one standing.