CD: My father grew up in New York and didn't translate well in Newport, Rhode Island, which was really very conservative. He would call any women that he met "Toots" or "Babe," which was always embarrassing. And he was a bad dresser. He always had on these skinny white socks with suits. And, he was old. When I was 10, he was 62. He was like my grandfather. You know, he could play gin rummy with me, and we would drive around at the jazz festival and look at beatniks. And if he found a beatnik, he'd invite them home. Somebody would knock on the door, and he would say, "I met this man and he said to come to this address," and they'd have a little piece of paper. And my mother would be furious, it's like