Yeah, and my 25 was in New Hampshire in 2001. So anyway, back to Jeannie's email. Gene Shepard was a radio guy in WORAM in New York. I lived in Connecticut. I became a daily devoted listener in 1968. His show was broadcast from 9 to midnight on weeknights. I'd put, oh, this is another one. I would put my little white transistor radio under my pillow with its one earphone in my left ear so my parents wouldn't know that I wasn't sleeping when they checked. Gene was an incomparable storyteller, a humor—incomparable, I guess you would say there—storyteller, a humorist, a political commentator, a kazoo player, and had a huge following of young and old folks. He introduced me to Robert Service Poetry. He had a big influence on my life. This is where things get really interesting. I was editor of my high school newspaper, says Jeannie, my senior year, and wrote a column for my town's weekly newspaper. One night, Gene said he was planning to hold a news conference in New York City for senior editors of school newspapers in the Tri-County area. I lived in Connecticut and really wanted to attend. I planned to pursue a career in journalism, and this would be my first big presser experience. A friend who is also a Shep fan asked his dad to drive us into Manhattan, and he agreed. I applied for press credentials for us, and I had the school principal sign the document stating that I was, in fact, the editor. We scored and excused absence. The event drew 150 kids to a midtown hotel ballroom, the name of which escapes me. Gene told us about questioning authority, what makes a good story, how to pose the right questions to get the best answers, and how to write an impactful lead. Genie spells lead correctly here, Luke. I thought you'd appreciate that.