Moving My Demented Father in with Me

How the realization came, way too, late, because the elderly is already, gone, how wrong she’d been, taking her father to move in with her and her family, thinking that it’s best for him, as he’d become, demented…translated…

I was the middle child, and the only daughter of my family, had been my father’s, favorite, if there’s something that my older or younger brother wanted from my father, they’d had me asked him, and, my success rate was, almost a hundred percent.  After middle school, I’d started showing understanding to how hard my father is, working for us.  As he was busying about in his clinic, I’d gone on my own to help without him asking, and so, I better understood, that my father’s hard work was how we were able to, live without any, materialistic, worries.

The year I graduated from college, my father fell ill without any, warnings, he was diagnosed with dementia, which impacted the, entire, family.  Looking at my father, who commanded everything from before, suddenly turned into this, frail, lost old man, I couldn’t accept it, what was the cause, of my father’s, growing old and becoming, demented?  Where did my dad who’s always had that, flair about him, who could, command the whole world, go?

After my father became demented, my mother shouldered the responsibilities of caring for him, did everything herself, so we won’t need to, worry from work, from school, she’d become the pillar of strengths for the, family then.  And, sixteen years later, this pillar left us so suddenly, leaving my father, looking even more lost than ever before.

illustration from UDN.com

The four of us siblings, after discussion, we all agreed, that my father would fare best if he moved away from that original environment which may remind him of the loss of my, mother, so we’d sold our old home, and he’d moved in with my older brother.  And I’d visited him at my older brother’s several times, and saw that he’d not been, treated kindly, once, in a wet and cold day, because my older brother feared that my father was going to wet himself, he’d not put any pants on my father.  Looking at his freezing legs, I’d gotten into a huge argument with my older brother, as I gained my husband’s consensus, I’d taken my father to live with us.

As he just moved in, it took him a very long time to get acquainted, my father was confused of who the heck the man that was busying about the counters?  And who was that boy who came into my doors with his backpack on?  Whose home was he, in?  Where’s mom?  Why did I need to go shop for the groceries and cook the meals?  Where’s the hired help?  I’d patiently, answered every one of his, inquiries, and then, after about six months, he’d stopped, asking me, and what replaced the questions was, the sighs then.

I’d read the reports on the caretakers of demented elderly that day, it’d shocked me, recalled how we were self-righteous, in believing it was just and right, sold the house we grew up in, and, yanked my father out of his originally familiar environment, to move in with us was for his benefits, to offer him the care he needed, and he’d, complied with the arrangements of his favorite youngest, daughter then, and I’d, not realized, that something was wrong with him, not paid enough attention to his shaking his head often, his sighs.

After I’d read that report, I’d felt the regrets attacking me, my love ended up, harming him, he’d only lost his, memories, and I’d, neglected to realize, that the emotions deep inside of his heart were still, intact, how wrong I’d, been.

My father had been gone for more than two decades now, may he rest in, peace, and, I pray that he’d forgiven me for my, ignorance and, brutality towards, him.

And so, this just showed, how sometimes we thought we were doing something to help someone, that it’d ended up, harming the person, because we NEVER asked the person, hey, do you want this or do you want that!  We just, go by what we thought was, best at the time, and that causes the regrets over the, years.

The Repeated Sex Molester in Treatment for Nine Years, Released, & Reoffended

And you still think, that these mother FUCKERS (your point being???) can be, reformed???  Yeah, only by CUTTING off their PENISES, or use of chemical castration, that might work, still wouldn’t know for sure though…off of the Front Page Sections, translated…

The repeated sex molester, Lu after he’d served his sentence and was in the forced treatment program for his behaviors for nine years, he’d believed that the laws had infringed his rights as a citizen, asked for the reinterpretation of the constitution to get the charges against him dropped.  At the end of 2020, the Grand Justices made the interpretations of how the forced treatment programs had reduced the chances of reoffending greatly, that the sentence of Lu was unjust, but what was ironic was, during Lu’s time out of prison, he’d, molested an elderly woman again, and was sentenced to a year and two months for that offense, and he’d been in forced behavioral therapy to date.

a powerpoint presentation slide on this…from online

Lu (age 47) at three in the morning on April 8^th, 2021, saw an elderly woman asleep on her bed, broken into her residence, and then, molested the woman, at first, the elderly thought, that a “gecko had fallen onto my back”, then discovered that it didn’t feel like a gecko, shrugged her shoulders, with Lu running off to escape.  The Pingdong D.A.’s Office prosecuted him on opportunistic molestation charges, the Pingdong District Court sentenced him to a year and two months in prison.

The district attorney’s office of Pingdong stated that Lu had been sentenced on opportunistic molestation by the Taichung High Subsidiary Court for a year confirmed, and in 2011, Lu was mandated into therapy for his behaviors, and on June 26 of the year was when Lu began serving his sentence, until September 11^th, 2020, he’d stopped going to the mandated treatment, and reoffended in Fengliao again.

The local Department of Sanitation in Pingdong hosted an victim of sexual assault assessment forum on May 10^th, 2021, believed that Lu has a high chance of reoffending, the Pingdong District Court then mandated that Lu enter into the treatment program by the orders of the court on August 24^th, the Taichung High Subsidiary Court also ruled that he needs to be in treatment for six months, then, he will begin serving his prison terms.

Because there’s a high chance of Lu reoffending, the Pingdong D.A.’s Office asked the courts to lengthen Lu’s term in treatment.  Lu pleaded with the courts to not lengthening the treatment, and used the excuses of “my parents are aging”, to get himself released to go back home, claimed, “I won’t do it again!”  The Christian Hospital of Lugang assessed Lu that his chances of reoffending is moderate to high, that there’s a 36.7 percent rate of reoffending within five years, 48.6-percent chances of him reoffending in ten years, the Pingdong District Court sentenced him to stay in treatment for another year beginning on November 10^th of this year.

In 2001, Lu committed a crime of obstruction of sexual freedom in the north, sentenced to five years, in 2004, he was out on parole; in 2007, he’d broken and entered into the residences of a thirteen year-old adolescent girl, and sexually molested her, sentenced to a year, and had been charged on breaking and entering, fraud, obstruction of freedom and other charges, the courts sentenced him to serve a combined term of three years five months.  Lu went into prison in 2008, in August, 2011, he’d finished serving his terms, but he was assessed as high-risk in reoffending, “annual forced therapy mandated”.  Later the Taichung Subsidiary Courts believed that the systems of treatment for nine years is “at wit’s end”, in 2020, the D.A. filed for the discontinuance of treatment, which the courts signed off on, but only seven short months after Lu was out of treatment, he’d sexually molested the elderly woman.

And this is how the systems work, they catch, and release, despite how we all know, that these behavioral therapy, aversive conditioning and other therapy techniques does SHIT to stop these urges in these repeated SEX offenders, and yet, there’s no way (in short of chemical OR physical CASTRATION, as this would be “cruel & unusual”…) that’s proven effective to solve these problems of these addicts, and so, that’s how these offenders, will keep on reoffending, repeatedly, even AFTER they had “served” their twenty-to-life, and because NOBODY died, they still don’t get life in prison with NO chance of parole!

Listening to the Rain, a Poem

No escape from it, and all we can do, is to, prepare ourselves, anticipate that it will come down, and always, remember to bring that, umbrella, because, we don’t know when the rain will, pour down on the, world…translated…

The Rain Dropped onto the Shingles

Rustling Low, the Drops Started, Hitting in Accelerated Fashion

People Seem to Move Quickly Now

With that Order & Anxiousness to Them

Long Time Now, the Rain Was Intercepted

Becoming Droplets

Filtered by the Eaves, Becoming Another, Downpour

first it starts…a few drops at a, time…photo from online

The Thoughts Ruminated Inside

Not Dared to Hurry Along

The Notes No Longer on the Degrees of the Seasons Now

Explained Well by the Effects of Global Warming

The Raging Rains, the Scorching Sun, also

The Twisters that Made the Cars, the Cows Rise Up in Mid-Air

Praying that They’ll Land on Their Feet Unharmed

Lifting My Head to See the Rain

The Major & Minor Keys of the Raindrops

then it became…a full-blown, DOWNPOUR! Image from online, with people running FAST, to dodge it

Sighs or Words of Love, Slurred

Putting Out My Right Palm, the Rain Didn’t Hit Me

But Can I Hold on to that, Dampness?

There’s No Points on the Maps that I’d

Visited Before

They All Say, that the Red Beans

Are about the Downpours of the Heated Summer Afternoons

And, this is how the rain works, it falls, without warning beforehand, and those of us, who didn’t anticipate that it will rain, can only, duck under the roofs until the rain slowly ends, or, we can, run fast, to get to where we’re, going, but that means, by the time we arrived to our destinations, we would be, completely, DRENCHED…

What These So-Called “Democracies” Want to Achieve, by BANNING Social Media…

This is, a FREEBIE, which almost NEVER happens on here, this website of mine…

So, what do these so-called “democracies” want to achieve, by BANNING social media?  CONTROL of the populations, of course, by preventing the masses (that’s you and I, and others in this, huge, “pool”) from accesses social media, these government that REIGNED over us is aiming at limiting our sources of different opinions, and, if you believe in the BULLSHITS of them selling that “oh, we’re banning social media from access of teenagers because there are one too many, bad influences on their, like those “choking challenges” or what-nots, or so I’d heard!).

Banning social media access is just one MORE way our fucking government (and yeah, we’re, too fucking retarded in putting these, mother @#$%ERS into office too!), have of obtaining control over the masses (that’s us!), because ultimately, the goal of banning social media has the political motives, like how TikTok had to fight in the Supreme Cour of U.S., and the courts ruled that TikTok needs to get split up to get sold off to Uncle Sam in order for public access?  All of that points to how these god damn governments want to dominate each other, or like the tariffs of Emperor Trump (and yeah, he’s now, completely, NAKED!!!), how he was so proud it’d brought the revenues of the DIVIDED STATES of Trump (no longer the “United States of America”!) all into the U.S.?

All that these so-called “democracies” (they’re all now, “renamed” into DEMOCRAZIES!!!), are trying to achieve, is CONTROL the SLAVES (that’s us!), from obtaining the diverse opinions, that might turn us against our governments, because, once we realized that hey, this government that’s running our lives to the GROUND (more like SIX FEET UNDER!!!), doesn’t have the BEST of intentions (and it still leads to HELL!) for us, we will rise UP finally, and OVERTHROW these mother FUCKERS (don’t pardon me!), and, these poser democratic governments fear these uprisings by WE the people (as we REGAINED the status of our own freedom and life back!), and that’s why, these fucking governments all over the world right now, are using the BULLSHITTING claims of “we need to ban TikTok (b/c it’s from our GREATEST Communist enemy!) because it has a ton of improper, sexually illicit ads on there!”, and there’s the STATISTICS that PROVED, that there are more of these, sexually illicit ads on FB, and so, why isn’t the government putting that BAN on FB?  Oh I know, because TikTok IS a Chinese company, and China is a COMMUNIST country, and we HATE the REDS, and we must do all that we can, to PREVENT the RED COMMIES from taking OVER this global community, that is why we’re, using the sorry EXCUSE of we need to keep the younger generations safe from exposure to pornographic material, by banning TikTok, or the REDnote, or whatever SHIT that’s floating around online.

And that, is how the government’s orders, is actually, politically MOTIVATED, not like how they’d brainwashed us into misbelieving, that they’re banning these things because there’s too much inappropriate materials, that kids might get exposed…

It’s My Turn, Dad!

How love is, passed down from one generation to the, next…translated…

“Daddy, my turn next!”, the three kids would always take turns, hollered at me.  They loved that game of walking on daddy’s feet, their tiny hands clenched mine tight, with their feet on my foot, as I led them, step by step across the living room, the bedrooms, kitchen, even to the, bathroom.  And it’d always made them, giggle hard, while I, panting like a dog, but I could, never say no to them when they asked to play.

I’d also called it out loud when I was a young child too.  The game of walking on the feet, was the most memorable time my father gave to us, me and my older sister.  If my older sister got the spot first, I would stand to the side, and called out, “my turn!  My turn!”, that was the purest, gleeful moments of my, childhood.

through games like this that our parents played with us…photo from online

Later I’d grown up, don’t know when it began, as I entered into my puberty years, into college, gotten enlisted, I’d stopped sharing the interactions with my own father then, in a phone call early in the morn, my mother, with her muffled up voice told me, that my father had a stroke, and was in the I.C.U.  As I rushed back home, despite how my father didn’t die from his stroke, his language, his memories were, lost.

My father was once the man whom everybody leaned on, a respected, leader for all, for forty years on end, he’d, given all he had to his work, and, at that moment of time, he can only, lie, immobilized in the hospital bed.  I took his feet in my hands, helped him move his muscles, had him lift his legs up, and step down, like how he’d, held my hand, in that game of walking on his feet in my, childhood years.

More than a decade came and went, with aging, my father’s cognitive abilities deteriorated more.  Sometimes, he’d pointed to my mother and inquired, who the stranger in his home is?  Then, he would smile apologetically at me.  From time to time, he’d still known my name, called my name aloud, and smiled at me.  And I would thank god, that his illness didn’t take all of him, away from me.

fathers and children sharing the love…photo from online

And now, I am a father to three children, as my kids stepped on my feet, and called aloud, “my turn!”, I’d finally understood, that this game wasn’t the least easy to play, I’d had to, maintain balance, carry their weights, moving forward at the same, time, I’d had to use all the physical strengths I had in my body for this, and, the heat from their palms, their laughter, was what kept me going, not letting go of their, hands.

That afternoon, my kids took turns stepping on my feet, my father looked toward us, smiled, I looked toward him too, that love, and the weightiness from back when I was a young child, had dispersed to all the corners of my home then, step by step, got passed down the generations.  At that very moment of time, the child me, and the me now stated in a synchronized voice, “daddy, my turn!”

And so, this is how the traditions, the legacies get, passed down from one generation to the next, it doesn’t have to be something major, it can be that kiss and hug goodnight that became, habitual that you do with your kids every night, or the bedtime stories you’d read to them before they go to bed.  Love is getting passed down through these, ordinary, things that are exchanged between you and your children.

In This Marathon of, Life

Your wait time is………E-T-E-R-N-A-L-L-Y!  That’s what life’s, about, we wait, wait, wait, and wait some more, and, wasted too much time on waiting, and when it eventually came our turns, we feel, wow, my wait had been, more than, worth it, without considering how much TIME’s already, WASTED!  Translated…

When I was younger, I’d had a heart of a lion, stepped into the country’s giant fleet of “Telecommunications Agency” owned and operated by the country, believed my futures are all, set.  My position was an advanced technician, the “advanced” in my title deluded people into believing I was on the, fast, track.  But ultimately, reality had, offered me a slap across my face—turned out, “advanced” is nothing more than a descriptive, adjective, I’d still had to wait in that long line for promotion to come to me, slowly.

That first year, I was filled with expectancies; second year, I’d begun, doubting personnel, by the third, I’d thought, maybe my superior forgot all about, me; in the fourth, maybe I should ask for the blessings from the god in charge of test taking; by the fifth, I’d found Zen, in steeping up the cup of, tea.  Thankfully thought by that fifth year, I was finally up for the “major leap” to the managerial position.  At that very moment I was told that I’d been promoted, I was crying from joy, until I saw my title—platoon leader, I was completely, shocked, dumbfounded then.  The “platoon leader” here isn’t the person in charge of the entire fleet of men, but, the minor department manager for the telecommunications company, assigning the tasks, passing the words, signing the slips, taking the shift rotations, plus calming my coworkers’ moods down, bluntly told, it’s, an “high end errand boy”.

Do not laugh at me, getting to this position isn’t easy, because, if there’s no opening up ahead, we can only, wait on like fools.  In the public agencies, promotions don’t come from only hard work, we still have to wait for our seniority statuses, and luck, when the higher up looks at you and feel that you’re, right for the positions.  And, if there are the coworkers on the same level who are also, gazing toward that post, then, the “seniority” would then be in the considerations of the “draw”.  And we would have to duel it out, in that liberal arts fight.

Some say, that slow and steady wins the race.  In our line of work, it became, the long wait will win you the race.  When we had to wait for long enough, we’d become, settled, and, our sharpened edges, trimmed to, flat.  Some of us, waiting for promotions, some waiting for transfers, and, after awhile, waiting became habitual, and turned into our, instincts.

and this would be, WHAT you’d, waited, for! Photo from online

Later I’d gotten past my own blocker in my mind, life is, standing in a, very, long, long line.  From when we were born, we’d been waiting, to grow up, to graduate, to fall in love, to get married, to have children, and ultimately, we had to wait for that “certificate of retirement”.  As for whether or not we get to the moment we’d been waiting for our whole lives for?  It’s all up to, fate.  So I’d learned to, make fun of my own, self, as the coworkers started sighing, “I got passed over again!”, I’d patted him on the shoulders, “don’t hurry, those in front of you are always, waiting, too!”

And now looking back, those years of long waiting, I suppose, it’s a training offered to me by our, fates—teaching us to hold everything in, to not take things too seriously.  It’s just, that every now and then, I’d thought, if I can, “cut in line” in life, wouldn’t that be, something!

And so, everything is waiting, you wait for that promotion, and you get passed up for it, and you think, I’ll get it the next time, and that’s what kept you staying in that job, because you believe, that eventually, it will be, your turns, and when your turns finally come, you feel, finally, and you feel relieved or even, elated that it’s your turn to get, promoted finally, and, it feels that all those years previously of the trials that you’d weathered through had been, more than, worth it.  But on the other hand, you’d, wasted too much time, waiting on things that take too long to be yours, and time is one luxury that none of us can, own!

Picking Up the Bowl that Floated, Away, a Poem

The aftermath of the huge typhoon that flooded the southern parts of the island…translated…

The Raging Storms Came from the Seas

Bringing with it the Anguish Screams of Driftwood & Garbage

The Lights of the City, Swallowed by the Wind, the Waves

The Shingles on the Roofs, Torn to Shreds like the Papers

The Boy, Crying, Hidden Himself Behind the Half-Opened Door

The Rain Flooded All the Corners in His, Memories

how the typhoon had covered up the island completely, photo from online

People were Powerless, Afloat like Those, Rubber Rafts

The Resources Became Too Precious, Leaned Against the Doors & Waited

No Power, No Water

Grandma’s Medications Can’t Get Here on Time

Typhoon Danas is Crazy, without Asking

The Water Rose to the Height of Adults’ Shoulders

People Learned to Hold Their Breaths Inside Their Own Tears

Watching the Powerlines without Power, Scattered All Over Like Snakes

The Skies Grayed Like the Ink, Dropped onto the Wounds

and here’s what it looks like from ground zero…from a news station, photo from online

Some Climbed Up to the Roofs, Waving Their Banners, Others, Silently, Sank

The Plastic Chairs, Buckets, and the Wooden Panels Floated to the Entrance of the Alleys

The Plaque on the Entry of the General’s Shrine Collapsed

Speak not of Fate

As all the Last Names of the Old Style Masion were Still Plastered on the Door Panels

Danas, Not Just a Name

But a Sword, a Whistle, a Cry

with homes and livelihoods, DESTROYED! Photo from online

People Started Picking Tomorrow Up, Like They Retrieved Their Grandmothers Who were Passed Out

The Bowls that Floated Away, were Dug up from the Sediments

We Must Remember How the World Was Before the Typhoon Hit

And so, this is how, heartless these, natural disasters can be, they destroyed lives, and, make the local residents lose their homes, and, the rebuilding from these disasters are still ongoing, and it will NEVER be done.

Chiang: Can We Not Call Ourselves, a Democracy that Needs to Climb Over the Restricted, Walls?

As COMMUNISM TAKES OVER, the DDP ruled “country” (stopped being one for over a whole FUCKING decade already!)…look how the Taiwanese people are now, like the Chinese had to, flip over the “walls” in order to ACCESS Chinese-operated internet sites, despite the STATISTICS, the FUCKING DDP doesn’t gun down FB, but it censored the site from China…off of the Front Page Sections, translated…

The City Councilperson of Taipei Criticized that the FB in Taiwan Evaded Around the Restrictions for Scam Checks “the Day’s Worth of Total Amount Scammed on FB, is the Sum of What People Get Scammed on Xiaohongshu for Two Whole Years

The government had announced restricted access of Xiaohongshu for a year, and, the organizations around the country questioned, that FB and other social media platforms’ fraud cases, and scams way exceeds the data of number of fraud and scams from Xiaohongshu, and criticized the Central government for double-standards.  The mayor of Taipei, Chiang stated yesterday, that Taiwan in the Asian world had been at the forefront of freedom of speech, if the government led by Lai insisted on prohibiting people from accessing the Chinese site “can we still call ourselves, a democracy that doesn’t need to bypass the VPNs?”

The police department of Taipei estimated, that from January to October this year, there were a total of 14,957 cases of telecommunications and online platform frauds, costing a total of $132 billion N.T.s, of the case, Meta (including FB) took up the most cases, at 4,851, with a total of $380 million N.T.s, taking up 25.6-percent of the total number of cases; and Xiaohongshu only had a reported 283 cases of fraud and scam, losing only five hundred million dollars, taking up only 0.37-percent.

from the more neutral news source, off of YouTube

the mayor, questioning the guidelines set by the DDP on prohibiting people from accessing the popular social media apps, off of YouTube

Chiang, the mayor of Taipei stated, combatting scams is a must, but, there’s need for a unified set of standards, reasonable management of the procedural, the government needs to clarify the regulations, monthly or regularly check the efficacies of the program.  He’d told, that some say that Xiaohongshu is a platform from China, but, he believes, that we should have more faith in the Taiwanese democracy and the younger generations.

The city councilperson, Hou of Hsinbei City told, the government claims that Xiaohongshu has a total of 200 million dollars N.T. in scams, and yet, the Taiwanese public is scammed for four hundred million dollars N.T. on average per day, with seventy percent of the scams from FB, a total of 2.8 million dollars N.T., “the day’s worth of total amount scammed from FB, exceeded the total amount scammed from Xiaohongshu for two whole years.”

And so, this BUSTED the LIES of our government, of why it bans the Chinese site, and the DDP thinks that it can fool the citizens here, but the data is in black and whit, and the people need to WAKE up and see, that the DDP is aiming at controlling data access, and the people here will have to bypass the VPN to access the Chinese websites soon too, and we’d become, Communist China, and Communist China isn’t so Communist compared to here now!

When You Can, Finally, Breathe, Again…

You still can’t, quite, breathe, as easily as you longed to, it’d been, a long, long, long time, since you were able to, breathe…

When you can, finally breathe, again, but, it can’t happen, not like this.  You keep, trying to, escape the pains, the memories, fooled into believing, that you can, outrun your self.

When you can, finally, breathe, again, but you won’t, you will always, be gasping for air, like you’re, almost out, and you’d, hold on tightly to that breath, as if it were, your, last, because you can’t face what you’re, running, from.

When you can, finally, breathe, again, but you will NEVER, breathe easy, because of what you’d done, and that’s on you, NOT on me!!!

When you can, finally, breathe, again, how is this possible?  I hadn’t, breathed easy, since, god knows when, and now, I’m still, gasping air, holding on to these, breaths of mine, feeling like every breath might be my, last…

The Light of Hope from the Telephone Booth

When the phone booth was the only connection we have to the outside world, when the earthquake hit, it was the only thing we can have, to use to call those we cared about, to let them know we’re, okay!  Translated…

Back then, the earthquake caused everything to get severed, no water supplies, no electricity, no cell phone towers, I, in the epicenter of the earthquake, in that small town, severed from the rest of the world outside.

“The payphone in front of the telecommunications company is working now”, soon as the news came, everybody all rushed to the phone booth, lined up, nobody cuts in line, no hurrying the one before from the back, the silence of the air, was, more suppressing than the aftershocks of the earthquakes.  And as we bumped into those we are acquainted with or know, we’d, only dared to nod lightly to them, worried, that if we ask how they were, emotional meltdown from us, both.

the earthquake back in 1999 in September, photo from online

The clinking of the coins came, and, soon as someone answered on the other end, the caller started, weeping, and, there were those of us, who are too hurriedly to make the calls, wanted to know if everybody we loved was, okay, the crowd rushed over to that, phone booth.  As one person finished the calls, realized that the “world outside” was okay, that the world is, still, turning, and had, passed the news that one is still, alive out to those who cared, the originally silent, and panicky air, started, changing.

The skies grew dark, and I finally got to the, front of the, lines.  As I picked the phone off the hook, heard my older brother’s voice, tears came out.  I don’t recall how long I stood in line for, only remembered that as I walked home that night, I saw the moon hung high up in the skies, so bright, and I could, make out the collapsed home I once, lived in.

after a major quake, how the public phone booths are completely crowded, in Japan, photo found online

And, this is, how it is, like the earthquakes in China back in 2008, when there’s no way of knowing if those whom we knew are, okay, those of us with loved ones in these disaster-struck places can only wait, patiently, and pray, that those whom we love and care about, didn’t, die…and the phone booth back in 1999, was the only way we can, get the words out, because cellphones aren’t that, prevalent back then.