I went there, flew up there, Stan Brock had a little old plane back then, by the way, a little single engine. He said, “Jack. I’ll fly you up there.” Okay. We were buddies. We hadn’t talked to each other in years, but we communicate every once in a while by letters. So Stan flew me up in his little plane. You saw in the book, I don’t wanna get into whole thing. I’m outside of Columbus, “Where’s the zoo?” “We don’t have a zoo.” Okay. We circled. He said, I said, “Are you sure it’s not Columbus, Montana, “or Columbus, Georgia, or Columbus somewhere?” “There’s 14 Columbuses.” “Here’s the letter, Stan. it’s on Riverside drive.” So I tell that guy that, and he goes, “We checked around here. “Some kind of park up there, I don’t think it’s a zoo.” We landed the plane at Columbus airport, get in the cab, swear to God, you ask Dan Brock.
