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hurt. The only trouble I remember in our family was that my mother would always have some fancied slight to complain about when my father came home. And when I grew old enough to join in, we would continually have to reassure her that these people were not trying to insult her. But she was terribly sensitive. And this is important in my story, because I've inherited this. I'm terribly sensitive, too, I'm terribly easily hurt, and I've passed this on to my older son, Chris, too. Chris and I love each other very much, but we hurt each other without meaning to because we're so terribly sensitive. My wife Phyllis laughs at us, and it is laughable. You know, it's come to a point where you analyze yourself more carefully than you used to. I know this weakness. My mother didn't.

Outside of that, she was a lovely, lovely woman; and she was desperately anxious to have another child. She'd had several miscarriages and had been told that she just wasn't strong enough. But she persisted. And when I was 15, a little girl was born. She only lived about two weeks. Also, it weakened my mother to the point that less than a year later she died. I remember it was the day before I was 16 years old. Well, that was a blow.

Can you remember a first experience in your life--when you were five or six? Is there anything that you can look back on that might be the first experience you can remember?

Well, the things I remember as a little boy, of course,