OK, so can you give us a flavor of that?
Yeah, it was probably easier for me, if people unhappy with me and would ask me questions and weren't happy with my answers and were face-to-face confirmation and I knew who I was talking to. The scariest part of those days were the telephone calls I would get late at night, ah, not knowing who was calling but threatening that my house was going to get blown up, my kids were going to get kidnapped. Probably the worst experience I probably had, we had a dog who wasn't much of a watch dog because he slept all night, we came downstairs, and found the window broken with a rock through the window, found the fro--
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