And today, surely, looks like a person wouldn't have to come down any closer than what you are right now to know what I'm speaking of. All right, but it goes over the majority's head. And, friends, I love you, and I want to see you get well.

He grabbed his heart; he fell forward. He screamed for Ted. They run down stairs. That was about ten-thirty. And at eleven o'clock, it was on it's road on an airplane to Washington, D.C., to be copyrighted. Returned back, and when it did, it was turned over to the head, George J. Lacy, anybody knows he's head of the FBI, in fingerprint and so forth.