 When I went to England, this fellow was strictly English, and he was the editor of the newspaper there. He shook my hand, and as I got off the train, he said, hello, Satchmo. So right away, my trauma blessed it. The man think you have more mouth than Satchmo. So I was stuck with it, and it turned out all right. So he was introducing himself, as if he needed to, you know, in later life, as Lewis.