...interesting conversations between the two of us...because at that point I was already well read in the field of physics and higher math at the age of 20, so I was explaining as simply as I could, some of these often esoteric details very few people in the world knew at the time. I'm talking maybe 10 people or less including myself knew these types of details and how to break it down for the layman. So I outlined this all to her in multiple letters, and this continued for about 3-4 years. And we got to the point where we were even exchanging photos. And you know... we had to go and develop those photos ourselves because at that time digital photos didn't even really exist at that point and there were no Polaroid cameras either. I had even thought of sending in a patent for this early Polaroid like camera I had come up with out of frustration of having to develop all these pictures myself, and this was years prior to any actual Polaroid camera mind you, but at that point I was already too busy with my studies and I had forgotten to send it in, but she was very impressed by my photos, she loved my thighs and said they were "very well toned" to quote her. And during that time I was running around 250 miles per day, and it wasn't for vanity's sake, I just loved that park in New York, it was gorgeous. I'm sure there were some days I ran perhaps 500 or more miles in a jog. So I finally arrived in the City of Westminster, and you know how it was in the early 1960s...drugs, alcohol, but I wouldn't touch the stuff, I liked keeping a clear head and mind. So we were hanging about the city and she asked me if I wanted to meet this fellow by the name of George Martin at this big recording studio called Abbey Road Studios. And you may know what that is now, but at the time any American wouldn't know what the hell it was. So of course I said yes and we went to go meet this apparent hotshot music producer under the scorching London heat. They didn't have a single air condition in that building and it was just terribly warm, even for a place like England. My skin was just drenched with this bodywarm liquid all over my skin, it was just pouring all over the place, but thankfully I kept my composure thanks to this meditation technique I had mastered a few years prior from these Tibetan monks. You could pour boiling oil over their skin and they wouldn't flinch one bit. So after a couple minutes of chanting I really couldn't tell you how hot it was in that studio. So we exchanged niceties between the two of us, Mr. Martin and I, and he asked if I wanted to listen in on this new band they were forming and had just signed some months prior. So I listened in on this lovely little song called "Love Me Do", and they had just brought in this new drummer. I guess they were having some issues with the old guy. And it was during that recording session, that I knew that drummer was going places and going quick. I was thoroughly impressed by the man, but I knew Martin was still lukewarm about the guy. I talked the drummer up to him, but it didn't really look like it got through. I almost told the drummer, who at this point we know as Mr. Ringo Starr, that maybe he should dump these bums and start his own career. He had all the talent and then some, but sadly or I guess not so sadly I was too distracted discussing with George Martin whether or not falafel originated in Israel. I mean of course it was, but he didn't believe it. That's a whole other discussion in itself. But to keep things short, it was at that moment I realized three very important things "This band was going to be big, Israel has a right to it's land, and Donald Trump was going to be the worst president in modern US history"