Have to say that I'm sitting here with an old friend. It's hard to believe how long it's been. I'm sitting here with James Howard kunstler, who lets me call him Jimbo. Jimbo or Jim, you and I have not been in the same room since probably Christmas 91. Well, we veered into very different kind of intellectual trenches. And digging ourselves deeper into them. So we can't see over the top. But it's still crazy to me because I mean, you've been on the program before by a Skype or whatever. But I met you when I was at yaddo in 1986. Yeah, originally, with Alan shoes, I think Alan, we were watching the 1986 World Series at my house. That's right. A tragic death series. That's exactly right. It wasn't tragic for mets fans. Right, not for them. But I was born in Queens a mile from Shea stadium. So it was not tragic for me. But the point is, that was 1986. I was 23. And I was at yaddo, which was a huge deal for me because obviously I want to be a literary writer and I got to go to yaddle where Cheever was so it meant so much to me. But I met this guy named Alan chews. And Alan says, now, how do you describe him? Alan Woods? Well, he was a big kind of bear of a guy. He was a book critic and a professor. And he had an NPR bookshelf. And he was a sweet fellow. Oh, yeah, very sweet. And he was very kind to me because he said, hey, you want to come with me? I know somebody who lives near here a writer named Jim kunstler. And so he drags me along the 23 year old version of me along with him to meet you. And I instantly loved you and started reading your books. That's totally true. I got a funny auto story for you though. I never went to the place as a guest because there was no point to it. I lived in Saratoga Springs where the place was. And I had no problem working at home. So there was no point in me moving a mile and a half down the road to an arts colony. But I did fill in for a friend of mine as the chef during the winter season when she went on vacation. And they had a much reduced number of that's when I was there. I was expecting to go to the fall. I was expecting to go to the big House, but they said, no, no, no, we're just doing, this is the winter season. So there was only about, I don't know, 18 people or 16 people, at the time, and so you actually cooked for those artists. Yeah, and we can get kind of dismal there at that time of year, especially if you have a bad crew of artists. Cranky bunch of antisocial people. So the some of the writers used to come in late in the afternoon when the sun was going down in November, December. To talk to me. And I got a note in my employee box that said, don't consort with the guests. You're the riff raff. Keep away. But the ironic thing was, I had published more books at that time than most of the people who were coming in to talk.