My father had a housekeeper staying with him, so he... so he could... he... he ate... ate well and he could even have people in to have dinner, and he invited me over one night for dinner with him and his friend, Walter, who was a Holocaust survivor. And so I... I went. My nephews were also there, the housekeeper who was a friend of ours really, was also there for dinner, she... she made it. And... and he liked this, he... he felt like he was a human being. But the guy... I don't know if I can remember it exactly, but the... the guy was a gift from the god of writing. The god of writing looked down on me and put this fellow there for... for dinner. And my father wanted me to meet him because Walter was a Holocaust survivor and he... he'd written a book about being a Holocaust survivor and my father thought I could help him place his book. And he was a personable fellow, lively, in his 80s, and he gave me his book to read. So I took it home and I read it, and it was... it was pornography. It... it was about how – when he was living hidden away, he was hidden from the Nazis – he got laid all the time. And so... so I called my father up and I said, 'Do you know what this book is about?' 'No.' So I told him and we had a good laugh and so I put that in the book, too. But that was a gift... that was a gift from the god of writing. Yeah.