My little niece by marriage was home with her babies for the next week or so until she flies off to Vietnam. She brings the news…she was all excited…this one was home from this show and that one’s home from that show, all on the yacht together, the Orion, at our expense and she’s very flattered. Mind you, we’re carrying the Orion, all expenses paid, and she’s flattered to even see them. Yet she’s a member of the family and we own the yacht. She said, “Frank Cappra came down.” So he’s a friend of Claudette Colbert, who lives in Barbados, and they had this fantastic plan, all the people came to see the great Frank Sinatra. He wanted to give a huge big banquet a spaghetti party, Italian spaghetti, and he couldn’t find any spaghetti to suit his taste, his so-called wonderful taste, in little Barbados. So he had a private plane, flew in his private plane, and he sent his plane back to Miami to get “the” spaghetti, [...]. Of all the nonsense of the world! He flies all the way to Miami to get a certain kind of spaghetti so he may have his real spaghetti party instead of [...]. Claudette Colbert came after all it was her home, and all the so-called who’s who. So on his departure in his private plane, the Premier saw him off [...] that is fantastic. Alright, let them have it. It makes them feel grand to feel it’s all so important, and it makes them feel grand that the important ones even smile upon them and fly his plane to bring them spaghetti. And we use our own private yacht with our own captain and our own crew. We bed down ten comfortably and we can put twenty aboard it. Take all these people out…and those who own it are flattered that these…like barnacles on a ship…they drink up your liquor, eat all your food, and you’re flattered to give it to them. She was all flattered…and she mentioned names I’ve never even heard of. Mentioned so and so, [...]. They’re not written in the Book of Life.343 ¶29