being with me on these trips, i remember to see -- and i later learned they are down in a cafe at the port and he has her dancing on top of a cement table drinking uzo. not a joke. jilly. right? but we got to know each other well, and he loved my son bo and my son hunt. as a young man, he came up to my house. he'd come up to wilmington. out of this grew a great friendship that transcended whatever political differences we had or later developed because, above all, above all, we understood the same thing.