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and they'd be on their own, and they didn't know what they were going to do.

But we met in San Francisco, went up north, up to the Canadian border, then came down through the mountain states and parted company at, I guess, the Grand Canyon or something near the Grand Canyon. Then they went back and we flew back. I left the car. One of the disappointments she had was that in the last years of her life she wanted to take the overnight train out of Montreal to Vancouver, with the glass dome. Because every time we took the train to the coast, in the early days--We seldom flew because you could go to Chicago on the 20th Century Limited and get there in the morning, spend the day in Chicago and leave about 4:00 in the afternoon, then go on the Santa Fe out to Los Angeles. Those were some of the things she dearly loved, because she would never go to bed at night, she would stay up and look out the window because it was country she so dearly loved.

Anyway, we did the parks, and she had the idea that James, her brother, and his wife and the two of us, should get a compartment on one of those trains and for three days and two nights--or three nights and two days or whatever it is--travel from Montreal to Vancouver, then fly back. Because of my crazy schedule and the demands on my time, under strange dates, we delayed it and never made it. I had to throw out all the literature on that trip--I found it in some of her notes that she had gotten all the information about the train schedule and what you did at Vancouver, etc. So she could plan tours, plan diets or menus. She was a very, very unusual woman. She had three miscarriages--

When were those? When you were living in Jackson Heights? Or earlier?

They were all in Jackson Heights. I must admit that I was neglectful at that time,