Well, they let us tell you the story. A gentleman writes me 19 in1933. He was sending down the dead from Vienna to Budapest. But when he came into Budapest, the lights were on. It was quite late. He was so startled at the sheer beauty of the likes of Budapest that he had an intense love to always capture them and promised himself that when he returned to America he would look all over to find a place that would give him just a view or something similar. He returned to his home in Missouri and then moved on to Southern California and there in the hills of Southern California there was a view of that fabulous when it’s all lit up at night, as he described it like some wonderful lady of the evening with all of her jewelry on and is simply stunted. He saw nothing. Well, he bought the place with that view, tore up the side and placed an enormous window so he could always seethe view. Then 10 years ago, the one below him played a huge groy of popular trees and he knew in time the popular trees would grow and obscure his view. He knew it for the time came which is only about a year ago that the leaves came and the branches came and the view is obscured.1122 ¶12