Oh, I can tell you that in a minute. Coming in on the ship, the SS United States, going past the Statue of Liberty and coming in there, my, my heart was swelling up. I'm telling you, I was so thrilled at the thought that I was actually there and the thrill of what the future could possibly hold. And. Yes, that was my experience. I just was I just loved everything about New York. I don't care what it was dirty, scrappy. I loved everything. I loved everything. And when I got that good job, you know, and I found a place to live with my buddy, he got a job, too, but he wasn't too happy with his job. And I'll tell you why. Dave Paletz is his name. I remember this because he's still alive and his birthday is on the 24th. His 91st birthday, yes. Anyway, he got a job with HFC. Do you know what that is? No, you don't. Well, everybody in America used to know when I first got here as Household Finance Company. That's where you went to borrow money. Okay, now, the problem is a lot of people went and borrowed money, but they didn't want to pay it back. So, HFC gave Dave this job of going around trying to collect money. And the places he had to go, all in the worst parts of New York, he got chased down the stairs with a guy with a knife and ran out of there. He had a terrible time with that job. He lasted there for a while, but eventually, of course, we all left New York because I had permanent residence in Los Angeles, with my aunt and uncle. And the funny thing about it was: is because I had given the US government my permanent address as Los Angeles. I wasn't really allowed anywhere in between. And I made a serious mistake when we finally left New York and started to cross the country. And how did we do it? I know you're going to ask me that because we didn't have a dime. We went to a company that ships cars to people on either coast, and you're a rich American, and you're in New York, and you're flying to your home in Palm Springs. You don't want to rent a car there. You're going to be there for the entire winter. So, you want your car there. So, you give it to this company, and they find drivers like me and say, "Okay, you take this car to Palm Springs." You don't make any money, you pay your own way, you pay your own gas, but it was so cheap, then like 20 cents a gallon and, and even less, actually. So that's what we did. We finally loaded up one day, said goodbye to all the lovely girls we'd met in Brooklyn and New York and everywhere else, we had a wonderful time and then we started on the trip. But the owner of the company, unbeknownst to us, did not have a proper license to do what he was doing, but we didn't know, so we took his word for it. Well, when we went to pick up the car at his office, he said, "There's been a small change." He said, "You have to go to Miami first from New York. And deliver this car there and there'll be another car waiting for you that you can go across to Los Angeles." Well, we believed him. Unfortunately, because there was never going to be another car, he just faked it to get us stuck down there and get the car to his customer down there. So that's what happened. We get to Miami and we're stuck. No money, no nothing. And my buddy Dave was very, very, very witty. He says, I'm going to go to the newspaper and tell him what happened. And he did. And they loved it. They wrote a huge story, a whole back page article in the Miami Daily News. And people called us. And we got jobs in Miami. The problem was it was in November and that's about the beginning of the season down there, which is tough to take, because it's very expensive to live in Miami in the height of the winter season. So, we got jobs, my first job was at the Roney Plaza Hotel. And the most notable thing about that place, it was an old place, downtown Miami, old Miami Beach, excuse me, not Miami's proper. The most significant thing is that there was a very famous journalist living there. And because you never I doubt if you'd ever heard of him, his name was Walter Winchell. Name doesn't ring a bell; you better look it up, [Okay] Because he was famous for tearing people down and ruining them or uplifting them and making them totally famous. He was feared and revered. By the population, and he was a nasty piece of work, and I got a job in that hotel as an elevator operator. So, in comes Walter Winchell into my elevator and, it was Christmas time now, we'd been there a while, getting close Christmas Eve, something like that, and I said to him, "Merry Christmas, Mr. Winchell." And he didn't acknowledge it. And he got out on his floor and didn't even give me a dime. So, I thought, "This is not good." So I told my buddies, I had a couple of buddies there, I said, look, "I'm going to open the elevator on the ground floor. I want you guys all to get in along with all the other people. And when you get out on each floor, I'm going to press floor two, floor four, floor six, floor eight. Anyway, when you get out, you say "Merry Christmas, son," and give me a dollar or hand me a couple of dollars." And so that's what we did. And pretty soon everybody in the elevator was pulling money out of their pocket and giving it to me.