We’d leave in the morning and get to Boston–the appointments wouldn’t take more than an hour or two–and then we’d drive back. He dealt with these doctors the same way he dealt with students. “What do these marvelous machines do?” And the doctor would explain and he’d say, “Well, doesn’t it do more than that?” I’m mean, it’s hard to convey—here’s this man with this disease and no one really can figure out how to stop it and he’s just having a riot with these guys, he’s playin’ with them and it’s all in good humor. He’s not making fun of them. He’s just sort of reminding them of their fallibility, that they too are fallible.