 hated to have to show up on a stage to accept an award. He tried it once or twice without much success and then decided he didn't need to do it anymore. So he was mostly comfortable, you know, in the barnyard and in a boat on a lake. A lot of his escapes led to either the Belgrade Lakes or the bayous in Florida or in New York, the reservoirs and, you know, birdwatching in Central Park and so forth.