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I don't recall that.

I don't think so, and that was interesting. After I defeated him, and there was a very good article in the Village Voice on that particular defeat, and I think it was the one in '65, but I can't really be sure -- I think it was, though, the final defeat. There was an article in the Village Voice which described the evening of the election -- I should say election night. It described his mother standing in the room at Tamawa. All I can remember about the description was that she had a very strong jaw. It was a very nice description of a tough woman who was there to help her son. I was quite moved by it -- and here I may just simply be romanticizing it. My recollection is there was a great deal of sadness in the room. It was obvious that would happen when he lost. My recollection also is that people were crying, and I can understand that, because when I lost people were crying, including me. So I was taken with that in a way.

And when his mother died, I was called by friends in the south Village. Actually it was Wally Popelizio, who was a wonderful man. I think I've discussed him before. Emanuel is his first name, and he's called “Wally.” And he's a lawyer. He used to have his law office on 8th Street, but he's now with a downtown Wall Street firm, a wonderful man who had become a very good friend over the years. And he and another friend, Harry Rissetto, who had a liquor package store on Macdougall Street and was one