It’s a little hard for me to reflect at this moment on how my time at the zoo compared to Marlins because things change and my memory changes. With Marlin it seemed to be that things ran well, but then again, I became aware at the end there of his stresses with his television work, and the stresses between him and the park people. The support forces certainly, did not help Marlin in any way, shape, or form because Marlin had one bad habit, and that was that he knew a little bit about everything. And I realized that Marlin would tell a plumber how to fix a pipe. And Marlin would tell the painter where to put the brush. And Marlin would tell the carpenter how to cut the wood. And as a result, the support forces said the heck with that business, when Marlin would call and say, “I need such and such as something to be done.” They conveniently had other priority issues to do and the zoo got neglected. I found that out, of course, even more so when I first took over, because I would call some of these support forces, and that image of Marlin’s interaction still was there.
