Also, Jules, there are definitely photos of those times, I’m pretty sure, but they weren’t digital, I doubt if I was individually identified and named, and the photographers all must be dead and gone (we are talking about over forty years ago, and I’m 69 now). If they surface, for some bizarre reason, like I suddenly write a novel that becomes a movie, I guess, oh. well. My Victorian mother always told me not to DO, SAY, OR EVEN THINK anything that you wouldn’t be willing to see on the front page of the newspaper the next morning. I’ve always lived by that fairly strict standard. I do own who I’ve been. That is the only way to have nothing to fear and be yourself and brave whilst going through life.