And so he had to have that surgically repaired and that was the end of his career as a logger. So he took the family and move back to San Francisco. And his wife was very happy about it because she had grown up in fairly primitive conditions in northern Sweden. He was a Swede too. And she said, I didn’t come to this country to live in a cabin and have to pee in an outhouse. So that’s how they were living up there. So anyway, they went back. My parents both went to San Francisco and I remember on the trip home, my father told me there was, you couldn’t drive through West Texas without killing a dozen rabbits, Jack rabbits, every mile. This was something he told me when I was a kid.
