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Luis:––Luis Mendoza–– Alex M.:––Alex McClure–– Sean:––Sean O’Connell–– Neil:––and Neil Vaine from Anderson Valley High School’s Voices of the Valley project. Alex W.: We are here today to talk to Yorkville’s own Leo Marcott. Thank you for coming and talking with us. Mr. Marcott: Hey, believe me, it’s a pleasure, guys. You’re a great group, I’ll tell you. And would you do me a favor and everyone say ‘bananas.’ (Everyone says ‘bananas’). Mr. Marcott: Wow, you’re a good bunch! (Everyone laughs). Sorry about that! Luis: So, Leo, what was your childhood like? Mr. Marcott: My childhood, well, first thing, I was born awful young. And my mother had nine children. And all in order, girl, boy, girl, boy, girl, boy, and than I was supposed to be a girl and then there was another boy and a girl. And I was named Ann (everyone laughs), I must have been an awfully cute kid. I shoulda been twins. Alex W.: Umm. Mr. Marcott: Anyway, I had a wonderful life with my great family; a big family is wonderful, never was able to fight, wasn’t allowed to. And my father passed away at 99. Alex M.: Wow, old. Mr. Marcott: He just went to sleep one night and just as peaceful as heck, and to me he was ten feet tall, I just loved him, it was great. I’m so fortunate to have such a great family; been married for 61 years to the same woman, can you imagine that––and there has never been another one in all that time. I’m really proud of that. So anyway, on with the show, guys. Luis: So, were you funny as a little kid? Mr. Marcott: Well, they say so––the only award I’ve got––I’ve been in 11 theatre plays, besides three of ’em up in Oregon, we did television shows––the only award I got was class clown and I think there are four of five of them sitting with me right now. (Everyone laughs). Alex W.: Hey, thank you! Were you in sports? Mr. Marcott: Sports, I love basketball. I was very accurate in the quarter line on long shots. In those days you only got two points for it, you get three now. When I was playing ball, I jumped up in the air, knocked my feet from under me, landed on the small of my back, and chipped a bone in my back. That way I couldn’t get in the Coast Guard, Air Force, Marines or anything because of my back. And they stuck me in the Army infantry. Would you believe that? I figured I was Pentagon material at least, but not infantry. I was always glad that I played sports, and you guys look like you’re good at it. Neil: All right! Alex M.: So, could you tell us about World War II? Mr. Marcott: Yeah, like I just said I tried to get in all those other––couldn’t make it, my buddy made it and he never left the city of Portland all the time I was overseas gettin’ shot at––he got a trip to Astoria and back once; he was in charge of officers’ linen supplies, rough job, (laughter). But anyway, they put me in the infantry back at Fort Leonard Wood, Missouri, and I was buck private; I didn’t know what hand to salute with, left or right, but I soon found out, and I ended up in the kitchen for five days, peeling potatoes, cleaning the stove and all that good stuff, and then I started soldiering and I went right up the ranks––I was 23 years old when I went in ’cause I couldn’t get in before, and the rest of the guys were 17 or 18 years old, so naturally I was a buck sergeant in less than two months. Alex W.: Wow–– Mr.
Marcott: And we went to Texas and Louisiana on maneuvers, and when I come
back I was a staff sergeant, and that’s three up and one down. So
then we got overseas and on our first attack we lost 32 brave young guys
and the next day I was platoon sergeant, that was three up and two down
roughish. That’s about as far as you can go in the infantry, and
for the rest of the war I only lost one guy, and his name was Romackavitch,
sounds Irish, but it ain’t. A great kid, but that’s the way
it went. Luis: So could you tell us about the Battle of the Bulge? Mr. Marcott: Yeah, the Battle of the Bulge. Hitler’s army was shoved out of Sicily, out of Africa, which my brother was in that with General Patton. Would you believe that? Then of course we go to Omaha Beach, that’s out of England over to the––across the Channel––the invasion, you’ve seen movies of all the thousands of guys that got clobbered. He was the first Armored on the beach. Second day, second or third day they brought the Armored on and he went clear to Austria. Well, then––meantime Hitler’s getting pushed right back into it. They stopped us up at––my outfit, I was the 75th infantry division. I was platoon sergeant. I had about thirty young men like you guys. Fifty miles before we got to Berlin, they stopped us because the Russian army was coming in. And you know what they did; they really took over. Hitler’s hometown. From there is when I started getting the biggest break I ever had. The captain called me up, he says, ‘Marcott, you are the luckiest guy in this company,’ and I says, ‘I am?’ He says, ‘You’ve got a pass over to London.’ Now the war is still on, but it was––it’s just about over. So I got to go to London. And while I’m over there, the war ends. Now isn’t that beautiful? (Laughter). Luis: Lucky! Mr. Marcott: So when I came back my company is playing in a softball tournament. The war is over and I got to relax. I think that couldn’t happen to a nicer guy, you know? So from then on we––stayed there for eight months and I was a provost sergeant at the prison then. That’s when I got that job. And uh––it was pleasant. I had a jeep with my wife’s name on the side of it. And then we’d go to football games and it was real great. Luis: Could you give us some detail about the Battle of the Bulge? Mr.
Marcott: Yeah. That’s when von Rundstedt––that was the
big German commander––the last push that Hitler had––the
last chance he had. He had not only Panzer division––those are
tanks with––oh they’re huge, and boy they’ll scare
you when they come. They made a big push in Belgium––a big push
that looked like a bulge. That’s where the name came from. That’s
when they committed my outfit. We’re right up in the front line and
two men in a slit trench. You dig a slit trench and get down, put a bunch
of fir boughs in there so––the snow was all over and we were
freezin’ and then you get two guys together and you put your backs
together and it radiates heat, keeps you warm. Other guys were shot in
the shoulder and died from exposure, just from a shoulder wound, because
they froze. It was a bugger, I’ll tell ya. Alex: So you got frostbite while you were in the Army? Mr. Marcott: Yep. The day we lost the thirty-two men making this attack in the snow. And there was barbed wire fences here and there you can’t see and you run into them. ‘Cause the snow in drifts was two or three feet deep. And all of a sudden we got out into the middle of this big area and the first shot––I’ll never forget––my first scout, Crawford––they got him and he just fell over forwards and lay there. So we all played dead for seven hours. We lost all these guys. And nobody near me got killed except––I mean right beside me––there was Tom on one side and Williams on the other and myself––the only ones that got out of there without being wounded or killed––it was––it was a terrible thing. War is bad, and I hope to God that none of you guys ever have to witness any of that stuff I did. But I don’t have any bad dreams about that it’s just something had happened. And I know I got a few of them krauts myself, ‘cause I was a hell of a good shot. And it didn’t bother me a bit. You know, you see your buddy get killed why, hey, you gotta get even. Maybe it’s wrong, but you had to do it. If we didn’t do it, they would be over here telling you what to do; so I’m glad the war ended like it did. Sean: After the war you did some work in radio, right? Mr.
Marcott: Yeah, I was a radio announcer for a short time in Pendleton,
Oregon. And I was only getting about $67.00 a week. I’m used to makin’
some money and I had two children at home and a wife and a house payment,
so I didn’t stay that long. But it was kinda nice; I had––one
radio show that played at night, played old records from the dusty––from
the Melody Inn Motel, sponsored this program and I’d spin these records,
you know, and tell a couple jokes. And this one record I played, it was
Poor Butterfly was the name of the song. And I used the expression, ‘Lord,
that takes me way back.’ Boy, the phone rings and the guy that owns
the station called up and said, ‘Don’t say that over the radio!’
I said, ‘What’d I say?’ ‘You used the word ‘Lord’.’
Boy, look what they say over the radio nowadays. (Everyone laughs). Alex: Yeah. Mr. Marcott: So we had to learn it. But it was––it was–– it was enjoyable. Let’s see that’s all I can think of as far as radio goes. Neil: Well, can you tell us about your family? Mr.
Marcott: Oh, yeah. I’ve got––well, Barbara, my wife of
61 years, a little sweetheart. She’s not doin’ too well sometimes.
But she has had a problem, she’s lost the sight in one eye now. And––which
is very important. Boy, that’s bad. Once in awhile I’ll leave
and she’ll say, ‘I’ll keep an eye out for you.’ (Everybody
laughs). Alex: Well, how did you end up in Anderson Valley? Mr.
Marcott: I was workin’ for the Navy in Vallejo after we left Portland,
came down here. And a friend of mine that owns the restaurant up in Philo.
It’s in shambles now, it’s across from the grocery store. It’s
a real mess there. That was a beautiful building, and they built a big
cocktail lounge there. And the guy says he wanted to buy the––what
they called the Valley Inn, what is the Buckhorn Saloon now. And they
had me come up and look at it, and he bought it, so I moved up here and
managed that for a couple––three years. And we had the only
liquor in town, we had a grocery section, we had a big restaurant, we
had a barber shop, we had a freight room, a little bit of everything for
a small town. And I had a ’29 model A Ford sedan which we put in
the parade––you could see a picture I suppose––and
we won a trophy for that old Ford. It was the only old Ford in the parade,
so next year there was all kinds of old cars. (Everybody laughs). Alex W: (Laughs). Mr. Marcott: For the property and all. And we built a restaurant up there; we had Mexican food mostly; we had steaks, prawns, chicken, hamburgers, and all that good stuff, too. But all the time I had that place I’d never had a fight. Nobody ever had an argument or a fight and there was never any graffiti in the men’s room either, usually someone does that. Alex W.: (Laughs). Mr.
Marcott: But all those years––the people must have respected
us because we were there fourteen years; and we didn’t get rich,
but we made a nice living. And the kids went to school here and they both
graduated, Kris and Sue. They were both pep––cheerleaders, you
know. Give a yell, give a yell, give a good extensive yell, hip! (Everybody
laughs). Neil: What kind of firewood do you burn? Mr. Marcott: Oh, that’s a good one. I burn free firewood. I haven’t bought wood in––three years. All my neighbors bring wood and pile it up there. Yesterday they brought a load and stacked it, even stacked it in front. Charlie Hiatt, bless his heart, one of my dearest friends. He even sent out a load of wood. Now everybody here knows Charlie Hiatt? Everybody: Yeah! Mr. Marcott: He’s a great guy. And he worked for me when I had the Valley Inn. He kept track of the bottles and everything in the room where all those supplies was––that’s what he did for me. But he’s been a good friend all these years. Luis: I heard you were a bartender. Could you tell us some of your bartending stories? Mr. Marcott: Oh yeah! Oh––three of my friends are all gone that are great stories, and then there’s Digger; he’s still here. Now Digger did something––I think is classic, and I’m gonna do it myself sometime. He wanted to borrow twenty dollars and Jeff York, he was my buddy then, says, ‘He’d pay you back.’ So, I got an IOU––got a paper out, put an IOU. Says, ‘I owe you twenty dollars,’ here sign it. So he started to sign his name and he stopped and looked up and then he turned down and erased part of it ‘cause he couldn’t remember how to spell his name right. (Everyone laughs). Then he finished––he ran out of paper and he finished his name on the counter. (Everyone laughs). Nobody in the world could have done that except Digger. Alex: No! Mr.
Marcott: Now someday I’m gonna go just for the heck of it to get
a loan at the bank, and do that, and you watch the expression on that
guy that’s gonna loan me the money. (More laughter). But, ah Buck
Morgan, he’s gone; he lost a leg here, several years ago. But he
was funny; he used to s-s-st-st- stut-stut-stutter when he talked (everyone
laughs). And I can always remember this one little story he told about
this one little Mexican kid who was late for school. And the teacher asked
him why he was late. He said, ‘I had to make my own damn lunch.’
(Everyone laughs)! She says ‘Ya’ don’t talk like that,’
and puts him in the corner. Pretty soon, ‘You come back to your desk
now, we’re going to have geography class.’ And she says, ‘Where’s
the Mexican border?’ And the kid says, ‘He’s home in bed
with my mother; that’s why I had to make my own damn lunch!’
(Everyone laughs). Alex W: Oh, yeah. Mr. Marcott: It’s true, it’s actually true; it’s a true story. Alex M: So you were a postmaster after the Leo’s Yorkvilla? Mr. Marcott: Yeah, I was postmaster in 1974, sold the place in ’76. In 1974 I was postmaster, yeah. And we had the restaurant and the post office. And on weekends we’d close the post office, but that’s when I made my money––made my bucks across the street––directly across the street. And on Monday and Tuesday we’d close the restaurant, but I had to be at the post office. So it went on for a couple of years, with no days off. And you get where you’re smiling at the people, and then you go home and kick your dog, and that kind of stuff. But yeah, it was great; it was a good thing. I––I think, what, twelve years, something like that? I retired; it’s a pretty good retirement. And they got great hospitalization from the post office. That means a lot nowadays, believe me. But I met a lot of good people. And it was a fourth-class office when I got it. And in less’n a year and a half, it was a third class, which darn near doubled my salary. Alex M.: Wow. Mr. Marcott: It was from sales––stamp sales, money orders. What you take in is what they account you for. But no, I’m glad I did. It was a very dull job, sitting there–– Alex M.:––I’ll bet. Mr.
Marcott: Oh, man! That little bitty room, you know, and oh, here comes
somebody! Maybe I’ll sell a stamp! (Everyone laughs). It was great.
But we had a lot of fun, and Claude Rose––the guy I bought the
store from––he was in there one day, and a friend of mine, Abby.
And I says, ‘Hey Claude, how’d you like that parrot I sent you?’
And he says, ‘He was delicious.’ And I says, ‘What, you
ate him? For cryin’ out loud, he could talk.’ And Claude says,
‘Why didn’t he say something?’ (Laughs). I think this old
guy was so good. He used to tell stories, about––he says this
train was going through Arkansas, and––did I tell this one before?
Anyway, he says, ‘That train stop.’ And I say, ‘How come
the train stop? And he says, ‘Well there’s a cow in the track.’
Pretty soon, they got going. About an hour later, the train stopped again,
and he said, ‘How come we stopped now?’ And he says, ‘We
just caught up with that cow.’ (Laughter). Now that is a slow train! Neil: Yeah, I think so. Mr.
Marcott: Well, he was so funny. Everyone kidded him ’cause he had
these great big ears that stuck out like a taxicab door, you know. And
he used to tell the greatest stories. He was sitting out there at my restaurant
one time, and he always sat at that middle table for some reason or other.
And I was the waiter and my wife did the cookin’ and puttin’
the dishes out. And we had a little pup, little Bingo, and he always stayed
underneath the dishwasher because it was warm. And for some reason or
other he came out and he went over to Jeff’s table and he just sat
up like this––and this is the best line I’ve ever come
up with in my life––he says, ‘Hey, what’s the matter
with your dog?’ And I says, ‘I don’t know, I guess that’s
the first time he’s ever seen anyone eat off of his dish.’ (Everyone
laughs). Alex W: Mr. Marcott, you made world-famous burritos, can you tell me the recipe to these? Mr. Marcott: Well, I can sell you the recipe. (Everyone laughs). Alex W: Oh, come on, come on. Mr. Marcott: More people that used to out come out the restaurant and wanted the recipes. We had prawns, for instance, with this batter, special batter we made. These people, they wanted it. I can’t remember their names. They’re both gone, too. We didn’t give it to them, so they boycotted us. They didn’t come in anymore for a couple of months, because we wouldn’t give them the recipe. But I’ll give it to you now; there is no real recipe. You got a flour tortilla in pretty good size; now if you got your meat cooked already, pork or beef or hamburger whatever it is, seasoned right say with oregano, cumino, and a little bit of salt, not much, and pepper, tomato––and you don’t use tomato sauce––you use tomato puree, that’s thick, that make a chili relleno sauce, you put that in, and then you just roll it up and ’course you heat the tortilla first. We had one guy come in; he’s crazy about burritos, but he’s a vegetarian, so we fixed him a couple with all meat and everything and ‘Oh, man they’re great, let’s have a couple more.’ (Everybody laughs)––There is no––there is all kinda ways to fix burritos. You don’t make them too thin, we sold maybe fifty tacos to one burrito, but they were good and I still make them, maybe I’ll have you out for dinner sometime. Alex M: So, we hear you drove the bus here for awhile. Mr. Marcott: Yeah, one of my friends here, Reno Redding, he’s gone too, gee––everybody’s gone but me––he had his tonsils out. Like I said before, a kid can eat peanut brittle two days after they have their tonsils out, but a grown-up, it takes a while to heal. So they give me my test for driving, so pulls out of the lot here, and this big old 1960 Cornbinder International–– man, you could hardly shift the gears––and this little bridge before you get to 128 right there, I was driving, the highway patrol was sitting in the back, and he says, ‘Leo, that bridge is a railroad track, whaddaya gonna do?’ So I stopped, opened the door, put my signals on, listen close, everything’s right, turn the signals off, shut the door, started out, shifted gears, and he said, ‘Whoops, you don’t shift gears in the middle of the railroad tracks,’ so, I got a mark against me for that, would you believe it? But anyway I got past it, but you leave it in gear until you get clear over that thing, ‘cause something could lock right there, and then the train coming––that makes sense, right? Luis: Yeah, it does. Mr.
Marcott: Then the highway patrol––I got a kick––Mr.
Burl Evans––he was in Ukiah. Now he is retired, he was a highway
patrolman. I was going down over Burke Hill, Ukiah, we’re going over
to rehearse Oklahoma we’re in the play then, and then all of the
sudden, Oooooooooh, (makes siren sound) Burl pulls me over, he opens the
door, ‘Goin’ right along, aren’t ya, Leo?’ But bless
his heart––he didn’t––no ticket, no nothin’,
he is just a nice guy. Neil: What did you do? Mr. Marcott: My dad was in the plastering business and so was I––fourteen years we were together, spreading mud, until I got my arm screwed up here, I don’t do it anymore. Yeah, I was in a plastering business, now that’s a forgotten trade now, except they do stucco. I used to feel like a million bucks; I came home full of cement and everything, and take a shower and we’d go to a dance, but you sit in that post office for seven hours, eight hours, and come home, you don’t feel like doing nothing, you get mentally tired, and it is just for the birds, like making a love in a tree, you know. (Laughter). Neil: Did you say hod carrier? Mr.
Marcott: I have a picture in here for you guys. My dad was a plastering
contractor, so you got to pack hod first, that’s a big thing you
put on your shoulders and fill it full of mud, and go up ladders. I used
to go up ladders with that on my shoulder with no hands, well, I had them
with me, but I didn’t use them, you know, and put this on a mortar
board like this here, I’ll show you a picture of it in here later.
Luis: $6.00 for the theatre. Mr. Marcott: The last show I seen was Grease, and that was in Santa Rosa when it first came out. How many years ago was that? Sean: We weren’t born. Mr. Marcott: I don’t go to movies anymore, we just stay home and watch movies. Neil: Then they charge you for those rip-off drinks. Mr. Marcott: Oh yeah, that popcorn, they make more money on popcorn than anything else. Alex M: Like $4.00 for some popcorn. Mr. Marcott: Really? Alex W: And they won’t let you get into any rated R movies (everyone laughs). Neil: And they won’t let you bring your own food. Mr.
Marcott: The last time, I did go to a drive-in movie. Now we went to a
Ukiah movie once and some kid had spilled orange juice, and I swear it
was sticking to the bottom of my feet, popcorn and paper cups, well, that’s
too bad, dog gonnit’. I worked at a theatre, too, when I was a young
man, Grenada Theatre in Montavilla. We used to peddle the handbills out
on the porches, and I had kids that worked with me, that put the handbills
out to show you what happened all month long, and then I would help cart
the film in, great big heavy things, haul them up the stairs to the projection
room. Now you can carry them up in one hand. Sean: We heard that you also did some work with plays and that kind of theatre. Could you tell us about your experience with those? Mr.
Marcott: Oh yeah, I got a list here that’s twelve different plays
we were in. Started off with Thurber’s Carnival, and Don’t Drink
the Water, that was Jackie Gleason, Woody Allen wrote that play, and then
You Can’t Take it With You, I played––blowing up a basement
with a bunch of firecrackers I was makin’ in that show, and then
we had the Wizard of Oz; I was Leo the Lion. And then we did Bits and
Pieces, another one. And then Oklahoma, we did Oklahoma up in Portland,
Oregon, and that was on television, put it on T.V. And then we did Li’l
Abner up there, and then when it came down here we did Oklahoma for the
Mendocino College, then a couple years later I did Oklahoma for Gloriana
Opera Company up in Fort Bragg. Same role, Andrew Carnes, that was Addo
Annie’s Paw in that show. Then we did Fiddler on the Roof which I
was, oh boy, the old butcher. In My Fair Lady I had songs and dances I
did in that one, I played Eliza’s father, Dolittle, you don’t
say DO-little you say, Da-LIDDLE. You got to leave that off. That song
went (sings): Neil: Did you cut people off so they wouldn’t get drunk? Mr. Marcott: Oh yeah, darn right! Neil: Did they ever get mad? Mr.
Marcott: All those years, I didn’t have any fights. ‘You don’t
need anymore, I don’t like your mouth, go on home,’ or ‘Come
in tomorrow.’ No problem, never had a problem. Had a guy want to
bend elbows one night, he was a big one. I says, ‘I am going to surprise
you, pal.’ I says, ‘Get on here, hold on to this,’ He says,
‘You,’ and I says, ‘Yeah!’ He got on and I says, ‘You
ready?’ and he says, ‘Yeah,’ and I reached over and kissed
his hand, and he let go and he backed up clear back to the jukebox! I’m
wasn’t about to get my arm broke, but you meet those kind of people,
but you just calm them down. Sean: Going back to when you were working in theatre, we heard that you could sing the song, “If I Were the King of the Forest.” Mr.
Marcott: Yeah, that’s when I was the Lion in the Wizard of Oz, I
could do a little of it for you, I don’t have any music, I’ll
do it a cappella. That’s the fanciest word I’ve used all week.
It went something like this, guys, now be patient––(sings): Alex W.: Yeah, a little bit. Mr.
Marcott: No? Mr. Marcott: I still know every bit of it (giggles). You will ask me my phone number sometime, and I couldn’t––it’s funny isn’t it? Alex W.: Yeah, it is. Mr. Marcott: But––how I can remember. And I got a million stories. And jokes and all that come right to me. But, if somebody says tell me a joke, I’ll draw a blank right now duhh (giggles), and I can’t do it. But I’ve lived a wonderful life, and hope to keep on going for awhile. I’m 82 now and I’m looking forward––I don’t feel a day over 81 (laughs). So hope you guys all live to a ripe old age like I am. Neil: Yeah, me too. Mr. Marcott: And, have an outlook like I do. I just love life and I just wake up singing. Neil: That’s the way to be. Mr. Marcott: Yep. Neil: Boy, it’s been really nice, do you have any last words? Mr. Marcott: Yeah, what is it they say, the last thing I want to hear at my funeral is––‘He moved!’ (Everyone laughs). Mr. Marcott: (Drinks water). Hey, is this straight water? Alex W.: That’s water. Mr. Marcott: Never tried it that way. Neil: Well, personally, I really enjoyed this interview. Alex W.: Yeah, we all did. Luis: Yeah, I did too. Alex M.: Yes, thank you for coming. Mr. Marcott: Hey, you guys are great. You know all the plays I’ve been in, I been with people your age––if I have to spend an afternoon with people my age, I’m bored to death! Really, it’s a fact. Maybe you guys kept me young all these years, I don’t know. There’s gotta be something to that. ’Cause I always played of course the father, the grandfather, and in most plays I lost the girl (laughs), but my wife was there, and she didn’t mind. But, it’s great, I got a great family, and I got a lotta good friends, and I hope to get more, and I just made seven new ones right here––see how it goes? (Much laughter). I did that without takin’ one shoe off. Well, I dunno. Alex M.: Well, thanks for coming, it was an honor to interview you. Mr. Marcott: Well, it’s a honor to be here, I tell ya. Sean: Yeah, thanks for coming. Mr. Marcott: Sean is it? Sean: Yeah. Mr. Marcott: Sean, you live in Yorkville? Sean: Yeah. Mr. Marcott: Where ’bouts? Sean: About six miles when you’re going towards Yorkville past the Market, six miles past there. You know when you’re going to Ukiah to Yorkville, you take the… Mr. Marcott: Hopland Road. Sean: Yeah, it’s about a mile before that. So, pretty far out. Neil: Yeah. Mr. Marcott: Wow. Sean: Pomo Tierra. Mr. Marcott: Oh, you’re Pomo Tierra? Which one are you? Sean: O’Connell. Mr. Marcott: You––for crying out loud! Sheez, I’ve known your dad––I think the world of your dad. He’s a good friend of mine! I’ll be darned! Jim Cramer, all those guys still up there––Bernstein? Sean: Yup. Mr. Marcott: Kay Jablonski sold her property next to me there, and now we gotta Indian guy––great guy (slams fist on the table). Built like a brick outhouse! He was in the post office yesterday and I come in and he was buying something, and I asked the postmaster if this guy’s bothering you? (Laughter). As if I was gonna do anything about it!…Well, hey, guys, I sure enjoyed this, it’s an honor, I tell ya. Neil: It was our pleasure. |
