It was a kind of an interesting story. Actually, it was some neighbors of ours in Florida also lived in Elmhurst, no, Elmwood Village. Our neighbor in Florida, who was a wintertime neighbor, was familiar with the people, her neighbors, and my father by, I guess, newspaper articles, whatever. I did not know my father at the time. I was 15 years old and never met my father, and she decided that I needed to meet my father, so she told my mother that she was gonna arrange the meeting and take me up there and let me spend the summer with her so I could meet my father, and that’s how it started. I came up to Chicago and spent the summer and spent time in the zoo, becoming acquainted with my father, and his wife at the present, who was a librarian, lovely woman. The meeting of my father was basically by a neighbor lady who decided I should meet my father.
