The first time I went to the house to see it before I brought Phyllis and the kids down to San Antonio, I walked in and the whole dining room was a bird cage. He had built a bird cage in the middle of the house. And I thought, Phyllis is not gonna like this. So I might as well get rid of that pretty quickly. So I got the house in reasonable order before I ever took her there to see where I wanted to live. And I did want to live in the zoo. I wish that could happen to every zoo. It happens in Europe a lot, and I’ve always been sort of envious of the European zoo directors for living in very nice facilities in those zoos, the old zoos.
