It’s been in my blood. My father had interest in animals. My uncle in Europe in Czechoslovakia kept birds, so maybe it’s something in the blood, I don’t know, but it seemed like an inherited passion, ’cause I’ve always known what I wanted to be from a little guy on. Sometimes I went about it the wrong, getting there the wrong way, but eventually I got there. So it was a rewarding profession. I enjoyed every bit, even the bad days. There was never a day, I can’t remember a day in my life that I woke up and didn’t want to go to work, and that says a lot. There’s a lot of people that drag theirself out of bed every day and force theirself to their employment, and I’d never had that.
