And of course, I was able to fill in, in between. So he had a lot less emergency calls than I ever did in that same spot. And so I continued to be able to indulge and do some medical work. And Eric was able to kind of take care of the things as he could and as his time permitted. Eric and I medically got along extremely well with one exception, and that is that Eric was a perfectionist. If I ever met a man that was that, it was Eric Maskin. He could spend literally weeks deciding where to put a shelf in a library bookcase. And in his practice, he was the same way, there was only one way to do anything, and that was do it totally right.
