 There was no narrator. It wasn't an educational documentary. It wasn't some sort of either mocking or do-gooder-ish scripted educational thing. Like, it was just him in all his charisma. And not being judged for being gay. I wish I said that, too. And being close to his mother. Like, and people wrote vicious, insane things about this. It was 1973. The new Atonement Magazine piece that you mentioned, the piece by Anne Royphy, was shocking. I went and pulled it up. Oh, my God, this ran in...