Next thing you know somebody comes running in going the zebra’s out. And took off and it had gone down to the cemetery. Luckily it was the cemetery and not in the middle of the traffic out on the Prospect Road. But I just remember everybody was in different places and, you know, we had our radios. And I happened to run into the newspaper photographer in the middle of the cemetery and it was just him and me. So we kind of joked about it and whatever, but if I hadn’t had that relationship with him. And known I was good. And I would tell the truth and, you know, that we’d work together.
