And Frank was brought on the commission, I think during McFetridge’s time, was with us for, I don’t know, 10, 15 years maybe. Was very instrumental in getting the commission to help do a few projects at the zoo that might not otherwise have been funded and done, was very much into the big ape collection. And Frank had a thing, he was a major food man, he had a private kitchen in his office downtown. He loved to go to restaurants and he was at one time, I think, head of a club in town called the Tavern Club in Chicago. And Frank liked, on a Saturday or Sunday, to bring some of his friends down to the zoo to go visit his apes, he looked upon that collection as his personal area. And Frank was probably as fastidious a man, as I’ve ever known. If a drop of water happened to hit him, he’d be upset, much less the fact that if he would be close to the cages at the zoo and some chimp or orangutan through something at him, or proceeded to urinate or defecate and some debris would hit Frank, for some reason that didn’t trouble him one bit. But if a waiter dropped a bit of food on him, he would be outraged.
