Maybe I told this girl, she wrote about me in a magazine, she called me the "late bloomer. " So she came out with this and I said "listen. I'm not a late bloomer. " I says, "I'm an electric light bulb. " She said "what are you talking about? " I said "when it's getting ready to blow out, it gets brighter. " I could finish anytime. I could just give up anytime. Because being 90 years old is not easy. It's easy, if you think about it, I don't worry about that. But a lot of people look at me like I'm nuts or something. How'd you do that?