I said, “Sure,” but I could’ve cared less, you know. So I left. Forgot all about it. So about four or five months later, I go to the campus mailbox and open it up, and there was this green envelope, and in the up, addressed to me, and in the upper left hand corner, it said, “Riverbanks Park Commission, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah.” I didn’t even know what that was. So I opened up the envelope, and there’s a letter from John Mehrtens offering me a job as the supervisor of the animal hospital and commissary. And again, I was almost at the end of my junior year, I guess, in college.
