So when this chap, Danny, imagined his wife’s voice saying, “ Danny, I’m so happy that you sold your songs and you have a 100,000-plus in income a year,” it’s only just on the market this past month of December, but at least it’s in an album. How many people today who have written songs would give anything to make one record of it! And here a woman comes off the street, comes into his little church here on Wilton Place, I think it’s 801 Wilton, and likes the man’s voice, likes what he’s singing, and [...] so that right after the meeting she goes up and tells him what she thinks of the songs. Well, that’s just what Danny wanted, and he puts on a whole show for her; and then she said, “I want to help you.” So she, because she has nine gold star records, she wants to associate her name to help his name, and does it. I think it’s called “My Pastor and I”…I think it is. He called up and told this story to my wife.816 ¶31