 But not for long, Gracie. One look at Milton and I forgot it. Oh, good. John Milton? No, Milton Davis, her husband. Oh, Bill, didn't you try reading at all? Well, sure, Gracie, but everything I read reminded me of a girl. First I tried Longfellow's Hiawatha, By the Shores of Gitche Gumee. Gitche Gumee was as far as I got. Oh, that reminded you of a girl? Yeah, a redhead in Pasadena. She's always chucking me under the chin and saying, Gitche, Gitche.