And I remember specifically an event that I had did not come in at the end of the day, ’cause I was talking to, and I believe, teenage female passengers that were interested in chatting further after the last bus ride. So I was maybe 20 minutes behind schedule taking the cash box in to her. And I recall that she really chewed me out, but in a very friendly way explaining, “Hey, I have to go home at the end of the day, I have to make a talk tonight and I can’t leave here until I get your cash box.” And that was the beginning. She was my primary mentor in the zoo field. And it was through Mrs. Benchley, I never called her Bell, even though our friendship went from then until she retired in ’54. And then after she retired, we’d visit her when we’d go to San Diego, which most people after she retired pretty well forgot about her.
