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you'll probably find me operating in a rowboat in Central Park Lake.”

He said, “Well, let's see what we can do about this. How about the big building across from the Cathedral?" I said, “What building?" He said, “The Palazzo, the brownstone building.” I said, “The one with the courtyard?" He said, “Yes.” I said, “Monsignor, besides being the stupidest publisher in America, I'm probably one of the poorest. We can't afford a building like that.” He said, “Oh, nonsense. It's not one building. It's four buildings.” That was the first time that I knew that there were two wings plus two separate buildings in the center. He said, “That north wing would be just about right for you. Joe Kennedy owns it now. He bought it. We'll make him give it to you for what he paid for it.” I said, “Wait a minute. I don't care what you could make Joe Kennedy do. We can't afford a building like that.” He said, “You haven't even heard what it would cost you. Keep your shirt on!”

He phoned his assistant at the Cathedral, and ordered, “Get me Joe Kennedy.” At this time Joe Kennedy was just a name to me. He had been ambassador in Great Britain, but I mean, the days of his great fame lay ahead of course.

Through his son.

Yes.