Yeah, like, when I look back on my life, I just remember back what happened in '74, or something. It seems like only the real good stuff comes to mind. I don't think of all the tragedies and all the funerals. That just doesn't come to mind at all. I guess I'm really blessed that way.
I was leaving probably one of the greatest organizations in hte world at that time for what was probably one of the least like, and, by God, this is America.

