So, they reached a compromise, and they said, we're going to use the Middle Eastern traditional Sephardic pronunciation. So what we know today is that Israeli pronunciation came from a Sephardic experience. And we're going to use the script for writing a cursive type of writing in Hebrew. We're going to use the Ashkenazi script. Now, my grandparents grew up with a Sephardic script, and that would be completely unintelligible to me today and to the Ashkenazi people from Europe. They had never seen it before, didn't know it existed. So it's remarkable to me, looking back, that in my formative years, which was in the first decade after the founding of the State of Israel, and that compromise having been reached, that it was not adopted in America to some extent. It's been adopted, in Jewish institutions across the country in recent decades. I think you see more and more Hebrew instruction now using Israeli pronunciation, which is Sephardic pronunciation, in the instruction. But then it was not. So, just as an aside, what I adapted to and all of my Sephardic friends adapted to was the idea that when we went to synagogue, we were listening to a different Hebrew, with a different pronunciation. I've spoken to some of my cousins who didn't find it that remarkable. And they just it was water off a duck's back to me. It's irksome. And, it motivates me. It motivates me that, in a way, it was discriminatory because we were by far in the minority, so that's that. I publicly explained my strong support for the Sephardic studies program at the University of Washington and other activities that I've been involved in as a volunteer and as a philanthropist, promoting, preserving, and expanding Sephardic culture. And that's part of it because it was not the mode at the time that I was raised. So that's just an aside. So I went to Franklin High School, and then when I turned 16, we were a family of very modest means, a working-class family with five children. And, it was clear from watching my older brothers that if I wanted a car, I was going to have to buy it myself, which meant that I had to get a job. So, although I had turned out for football and made the team at Franklin, I had to quit because I had to get an after-school job, and that meant I couldn't attend football practice anymore. So the day that I turned 16, I got my driver's license. And I went to my uncle's kosher butcher's shop on Cherry Street, White Kosher Market. And I asked my uncle, I heard that there was an opening for a part-time after-school job that involved delivering packages for the meat market. One of my cousins had had the job before that, and he was going back to college. So he said I was a little short guy, and he looked over the counter, and he said, "Joel, are you, do you have your license? Are you 16?" I said, "Yes, I just turned 16." So, fortunately, I got the job. There was no nepotism involved there with my mother's older brother. And, so I worked there for four years, the last two years of high school and the first two years of college. And the importance of that is that I learned a lot about the Jewish community because I had to know where everybody lived. I delivered to dozens and dozens of different homes and apartments all over North Seattle, South Seattle. Um, so to this day, I can drive through the Central Area and point out family names. This is a family that lived there, this is the family that lived there, and I've been helping a little bit on the tour of the Sephardic neighborhoods by identifying some of that information. So that was interesting. So I graduated from college with a degree in political science at the University of Washington in 1967. And we recently had our 50th reunion. It wasn't much of a reunion, but, 2017, we had our 50th, and I coined a phrase that actually was adopted by my class. I call us the class of bookends. Bookends because we came to campus in 1963, having just graduated from high school and two months into our first quarter of our freshman year, John Kennedy was assassinated. Very, very popular president, particularly among we younger people. And that cast a pall over us and shook our confidence in the country that we were planning to go be a part of. And then four years later, when we graduated in 1967, it was at the height of the build-up for the Vietnam War. So here we had these bookends of current events that we had. No control over the deeply affected our lives. Many of our class got drafted into the Army or volunteered for the Army, many went to war and never came back. And so it affected us. That was those were the two watershed moments in our college career, 1963 to 1967. That affected us. So I graduated from the University of Washington. My plan was all along to go to law school. Uh, that's really what I'd always imagined I would do. And, I applied to the University of Washington, as did many of my classmates and friends. And, I got put on a wait list, and I was really offended by that because I thought, you know, here I am, a born and bred Seattleite, Washingtonian, graduate of the University of Washington, why wouldn't they just automatically accept me? And went to see a dean about it at the law school, and he said, "Well, you know, your grades are pretty good. Um, your score on the LSAT is pretty good, but it's just slightly below what would make you an automatic acceptance." So his advice was to take the exam again, and he said, if you get a certain number of points higher, we'll throw out the first one. And I guess for the first time in my young life, at the age of 22 I took offense for no good reason at that whole episode. And I said," I'm going to look to go somewhere else." Okay. So the next nearest place that I had an interest in, interest in accepted me right away. And that was Willamette University, a private university in Salem, Oregon. They had just moved into a brand new law school building just outside the campus that was right across the street from the Oregon Supreme Court. And one of the things that they touted as a benefit was having the library accessible right across the street from campus, the library of the Supreme Court of Oregon. So I moved to Salem, Oregon, and did my first year in law school at Willamette. So the significance of this, another life-shattering event or events over which I had no control. I came home in December, having completed my first semester, and two things happened. One is that I got a draft notice. The government at that time, under Lyndon Johnson as president, decided that it didn't have enough people in the draft pool. So they took away student deferments for law students who had not entered their second year. So that means that my entire class, first-year law students all over the country, were suddenly reclassified and were compelled to take a draft physical and get ready to go serve. While I was contemplating that and deciding what the heck I was going to do because I was staunchly anti-war, I had been a campus activist against the war. I wasn't going to go to Vietnam no matter what. But in the midst of that, while I was visiting at home in Seattle, my father took ill suddenly and went into the hospital, and died of a massive heart attack at the age of 62. So I was confronted with a very difficult choice: whether to go back to school and leave my mother at home by herself. All my siblings had married and moved out, and I was still single. So I went to see that same dean that I had been upset with at the University of Washington Law School. And I said, Look, my circumstances have changed. Is there any way that a person can transfer? And he discouraged me. He said it isn't done. It's very, very rare. Um, you'd have to be in the top 5% of your class after the first year to be considered to come back to the University of Washington, to shorten the long story. That's exactly what I did. I applied myself in a way that I had never done before. I came back with my transcript. I was in the top 5% and transferred to the University of Washington. Fast forward many, many years to 2014, I believe I was honored at a dinner as the Distinguished Alum of the Year for the University of Washington Law School. And I told the story about how I had been rejected from the University of Washington Law School before later being accepted as a transfer student. So I'm now one of their distinguished alumni, and I've got a plaque and a trophy, and a whole bunch of stuff. But the first time around, they didn't want me. So I kind of used that as motivation for the rest of my life. I don't know if you want to ask me any questions. I've been going on a monologue for a long time here, and I could give you my post-law school career pretty quickly. But let me just stop there and see if you guys want to ask any questions.