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Years ago a freshman I knew at UC Santa Barbara turned up missing as well as a friend, while sailing in the Santa Barbara Channel. (That's off central California). Their small sailing boat was found adrift in the channel, but never a sign of either of the two young men. There was no damage to the boat.

The authorities never figured out what happened to the two.
Most of us figured a big shark got 'em both. There are both tigers and great whites in the channel, and sometimes killer whales.

Several weeks ago, a co-worker was surfing with a friend off Santa Cruz, (south of San Francisco) when his friend was biten by a baby great white shark. He told me his friend's arm was broken by the violence of the bite. He siad the shark dashed up from below, and bam!

I told him he and his friend should take up a mild-mannered sport-like bungee jumping, or hang gliding, or rock climbing. But he said they're going back. Happened at a place called Steamer Lane.

Several years ago I went into a Peppermill Restaurant in Sacramento for a cup of coffee. I sat next to an old man who was jabbering away and flirting with a young waittress.

I noticed his Australian accent. We got to talking and it turned out he was a WWII vet, Australian air force. He had been shot down twice in North Africa, while flying Spitfires, and was once a prisoner for 10 days with a long range German commando unit operating behind British lines. He had come down in his chute near them, only to discover they were Germans behind British lines.

One night the Germans dug a hole and put him in, covered it with gear, and tarps and told him not to come out. The Jerries then ambushed a British armored column from both ends, and got the Brits to shoot at each other. The column got wiped out. The Jerries were outnumbered about 10 to 1.

A few days later the Germans gave him a map, water, and a gun and told him where his lines were. He made it home. He said these Germans, of the Africa Corps., were the bravest guys he ever met. And chivalrous as the desert is hot.

Later, in 1945, he was transferred to the South Pacific, to New Guinea. He and two other Aussie fighters were out scouting for Japanese troops to strafe. He said the word was there were no more Japanese fighters in New Guinea. He and his mates were flying low over the jungle looking to mop up some of His Majesty's leftovers.

It hit the fan. Three Zekes jumped them from above, and immediately the Zekes shot down the other two pilots. No chutes.

After a frantic chase and dog fight one of the Zekes finally nailed him, and he went down, crash landing in the jungle. He said that Japanese pilot who shot him down was the best he ever saw in action. Better than the Germans he fought.

Injured, he stumbled around and was eventually found by some native New Guinea men, who took him to their village. They healed him, and a few months later took him to an Australian outpost.

Three shoot downs, and he was still drinking beer and chasing skirts at his age.

Some years ago while down in Malaysia I was drinking beer with a 30 year old Chinese logging truck driver. His family had arrived in Malaysia ahead of WWII and the Japanese. They had fled Shanghai, Hong Kong, and finally got captured in Singapora.

When he learned I was the son of a U.S. Navy Asiatic Fleet veteran, he would not let me buy any more beer. Unlike nearly all Americans, he KNEW who the Asiatic Fleet was. He discussed his family's WWII experiences.

His grandfather had escaped the massacre of the young Chinese men on Singapora after the surrender, how 25,000 were beheaded. He related how it took three days to cut them all off. His grandfather had hid out in the jungle and watched. He said you could have walked across the Singapore Strait without getting wet, on the bobbing heads of Chinese.

The young driver said that his grandfather told him he did not run away as someone had to bear witness and tell the Yanks. The Chinese had no weapons and could not fight back. "When the Yanks learn what they (the Japs) are doing to us, the Yanks will punish them."

He said his grandfather told him to always remember who your friends are and never forget who your enemies are.

Finally, he grasped his pint of Tiger lager, raised his mug, looked me in the eye, and said, "to Hiroshima, to Nagasaki, too bad America only had two bombs!" I looked him in the eye, raised my mug, and said, "to Hiroshima, to Nagasaki, too bad we only had two bombs!"

As I drank my Tiger down, I remembered that my father had barely survived the Southwest Pacific, and in August, 1945 was on a destroyer off Japan, awaiting the invasion. He said they all expected to get killed.

One of my wife's uncles helped build the Siam-Burma railroad as a slave laborer. Ever hear of River Khwai Bridge? He helped build the railway. Some 60,000 Malays died on the project, and another 70,000 other Asian nationalities, not counting thousands of Western Military dead, and thousands of white civilians. My late mother and a late uncle have two childhood friends buried in the Australia Naval cemetery at Khwai River Bridge, former sailors from HMAS Perth.

Reckon' the Nips had it coming. They died fast. Those the Japanese killed usually died slow.

The Japanese had a huge Army in Southeast Asia, with supplies for 18 months of operations. Undefeated. When word of the bombs reached Malaya, they suddenly stopped killing civilians. The final toll was 385,000 murdered. So many Americans have no clue at all as to what the war was really like. Do you think it only involved us and Japan? The bombs saved so many in so many other places.

I have stood on beaches where battles were fought, and have walked around rail yards where B-29s dropped bombs. I have traveled over bays where American subs lie sunk and rusting on the bottom. Makes a man think. Too bad America only had two bombs. Sow and ye shall reap.

PAS will have great difficulty winning any more turf, or seats. They are at their zenith.

The largest party is United Malays National Organization (UMNO). Party membership is open to non-moslems and non-Malays. It's National Front allies are the Chinese party Gerakhan (the majority party in Malaysia's "Silicon Island," Pinang); the largest Chinese party, the MCA, or Malaysian Chinese Association, and the Malaysian Congress of Indians.

The MCA I'd put to the right of Newt Gindrich, Limbaugh would like 'em. I know some members.

In the state of Selangor, Chinese are about 50% of the population. Selangor includes Kuala Lumpur of Twin Towers fame. Churches are as common as mosques, not to mention temples, both Hindi and Buddhists and others.

In East Malaysia, on Borneo, Christians are the largest religious group in both Sarawak and Sabah states.

There is no love lost between UMNO and PAS. Not to memtion that PAS could not form a coalition. You have to have the other religions and races in order to have a majority of seats. UMNO is hated by some in PAS not in small measure because they work with non-moslems.

The Chinese Democratic Action Party is a socialist totalitarian party of atheist persuasion. They are very small, just 8 federal seats, and no states or cities. The other two allies of PAS are so small as to be irrelevant. Anwar's party would fit in your back yard. Only a slight exaggeration.

Our family are close friends with the minister of Women's Development and her family. Her kids are students at Cal State Sacramento, and American River College in Sacramento. Her policies are driving PAS stark raving nuts. Equality for women? No scaves? Argh, what's the world coming to.

During the battle of Guadalcanal, November 1942, an American sailor on the center top of the superstructure of one of our cruisers saw two red fireballs coming towards him. It was night. The fireballs were a pair of 14" Japanese battleship rounds fired from a nearby battleship.

The rounds passed over the sailors head, barely missing the ship. The suction as they passed sucked him off the ship, up into the air, somersaulting him nearly off the ship. He came down just inside the guard rails of the main deck, breaking both legs in the crash. He survived to tell about it, as did some eyewitnesses.

Another sailor got the same treatment, being suck off the bridge by 14" rounds passing overhead. He was somersaulted skyward, downward, and spread eagled over an 8" gun barrel. He was badly injured, but survived. (See the book, "Decision at Sea").

In 1945, my father climbed up a ladder from his engine room battle station, and opened a deck hatch to watch a shore bombardment. Just then the 5" (130mm) gun on the superstructure up above the hatch fired a shell. The muzzle blast blew him back down the ladder several decks into the engine room. Later, after the ship, which had been shot up in an air sea battle, was sent back to Seattle for repairs, my father required hospitalization and surgery to patch him up. He still has hearing and sinus problems from the incident (he's now 85). The ship in question was the U.S.S. Porter, DD800, a Fletcher class destroyer.

A 5' 38" round is much slower than a 120mm tank shell. The story as reported might be true. Why, I'd pay $5.00 cash money to see the instant replay.

My father-in-law worked for Mahathir for years, and is a friend of his. Two New Years back, my wife and I went to a party at the PM's new palace. (Among others, I met the Cuban ambassador, talk about a dark angel, a regular Darth Vader in drag. Yup, she was a she).

Anyhow, I am privy to plenty private stuff on the PM. Consider this-his daughter once married an Aussie. Two kids, later a divorce. In the beginning, Mahathir was in favor of mixed race marriages. Not now. He speaks out against them. Oh, as you may suspect, the Aussie was kicked out of Malaysia, and the kids kept there. Mahathir has a personal vendetta going back years against Aussies.

Most of his cronies are foreign educated, mainly in Australia, U.K., and U.S. My father-in-law did undergrad work in Australia, Phd. in U.K. This is typical. The Australians let Mahathir, and friends buy an aircraft company and plant in Australia a few years back. They took the plant back to Malaysia. They also got a general aviation plane, and not to mention, a two seater jet trainer-fighter. It's dual role. Bet no body reading this knew they had a fighter and a factory to make it.

Anyhow, that's gratitude for you. The PM does have some good points, and Kuala Lumpur is one of the most livable places in the world. Spent a lot of time there. Full of Aussies. Oh, I'm half Aussie. Son of a WWII war bride.

Australia left a lot of blood in the ground in Malaysia in WWII. Let's see, there was Slim River, where 2,000 Aussies held off 50,000 Japanese for a week in defending Kuala Lumpur. All 2,000 Aussies were KIA, but not one Nip crossed the river until the Aussies were all knocked out. And let's not forget the Battle of Jesselton, Australia's Iwo Jima, the bloodiest battle in the Pacific theatre for engagments of division size or larger. The Australian Expeditionary Force, Australia's last large Army unit, was cut to pieces in this battle, thereby eliminating any Australian contribution being available later for the invasion of Japan, and therby no doubt giving Truman some more reasons to go atomic. There is a monument overlooking Jessetlton harbor with the names of all the fallen Aussies on it. Ah, yes, love that gratitude.

My wife was a business student at Cal State Sacramento in 1989, while I was a journalism student there, and a business minor. I wrote for the Sac State Hornet. My wife is a Malay moslem, but she doesn't remember the terrorstani. At the time, I discovered to my considerable amazement, that some moslems there had the use of a large room on the second floor of the Student Union for the purpose of holding Islamic religious services. No other religious groups were allowed to do such a thing. (The University President, a Mr. Gerth, happened to be friends with some moslem cabinet members of the Malaysian government, including the then Foreign Minister, whose daughter was my girl friend's roommate). It was kept quiet.

There were lots of moslems on campus back then, including a large number of Palestinians, not to mention Lebanese and others.

What the Palestinians were doing there, I never did figure out. The University made some kind of arrangements . . .

The Imam Hamdani mentioned in the article is of Kurdish ancestry. He performed a marriage ceremony for my wife and I. I have found him to be a good man, and a straight shooter. He has for years followed a policy of strict independence from other Islamic organizations, something I'm sure he is glad of now. Back in the mid 90's he was a Rush fan, and might still be.

One of the other mosques in Sac held two fund raisers for the Number Two man in Al-Queda in the late '90's. Later, they admitted it to the media, but claimed they didn't know who he was, or where the money was headed. You know now how it works . . . moslem charities. Want to buy some swamp land in Arabee? They quite recently had a CAIR spokesman out to speak to the faithful. CAIR is afiliated with Hamas per the FBI, basically their PR arm. This mosque is loaded with Arabs from Egypt and Saudi. They have the gaul to fly an American flag out front. I call that camoflage.

I once wrote a two part article for their magazine on Malaysia. They published the first part on economics and growth, but the second part on the social scene there was killed. It mentioned such things as moslem women wearing mini skirts, legalized gambling, including Nevada style casinos, nude beaches, adult beverages, night clubs, Christmas as a national holiday, and other aspects of tolerance and live and let live. Oh, yes, mostly moslem Malaysia does indeed have nude beaches. No big deal. One of the killees of my story was an Arab prof at Sac State. Go figure. Of course, he didn't know about the Al-Queda connection, either, or so . . . even though he's from Egypt.

One night my wife and I attended a speaker's presentation on Malaysia. The white American moslem leftist would not call on me when I raised my hand to ask questions or make comments. His discussion was mostly about the Anwar Ibrahim affair. I had a lot to contribute on the matter, as my wife's father worked in the Prime Minister's office, and had also worked for Anwar, now in prison. (Suffice it to say the Malaysian government had 10 times as much on Anwar as they tried him for). The group did not want to hear it. I was finally allowed to speak, but this lead to outbursts of ranting, raving expressions of hatred and malice. I mean, standing up, red faced screaming. We left. The group is mostly middle eastern, especially Arabs. Malaysia is the second oldest democracy in Asia, following the form of their British mentors. As a moslem democracy, it far outdistances Turkey.

But, don't get me wrong. I wouldn't want any of you to think I have a bad attitude. They say it's a religion of peace.

Back in the '60's I ran track for Las Lomas High in Walnut Creek. We once ran against Liberty High in Brentwood. They had a bunch of speed burner black runners. But, they couldn't run past 440 yards, we took 'em in the long distance events. Our impression was that Brentwood had a lot of black people. Our high school had none. I saw no racially motivated bad behavior. We had some worries about cheating and fighting which proved to be false. But, boy, for a 100 yards or so, were they fast.

Regarding the Jap air attack on Darwin in February, 1942, my father was present, aboard a U.S. Navy ship. His ship took a torpedo hit in the side, which turned out to be a dud. The pilot flew up and over the ship, leaned out of his cockpit, and saluted my dad and his two buddies, who were on deck. The pilot was wearing a long, white scarf with lots of writing on it, that flew back in the wind. He said the pilot wore eyeglasses, and had buck teeth. The plane was a Nakajima "Kate" torpedo bomber.

There was considerable resistance to the attack, not only by the ships, who put up a considerable AA barrage, as they had been given advance warning, but also by fighter aircraft. My father said he and his friends expected the fighters to make a mess of the Jap bombers and fighters but a small number of Zeroes did a number on the Aussie fighters. He said they watched in growing horror as the Australians were shot down, one by one; then the bombers came in.

The action is known as "Australia's Pearl Harbor," down under. My father's ship was the only one to escape.

I am half Aussie, my late mother was from Perth. Tonight I am all Aussie. I am outraged. Let Australia occupy Bali and free it from Indonesia. First New York, now so many Australians.

You know, there aren't that many of us. This is so upsetting, my relatives and I will be talking up a storm soon. Australia has been so good to muslims in South East Asia in the past, Americans just have no knowledge of the history. More on that later.

Several years ago while down in Malaysia I met a Chinese Malaysian logger. When he discovered my father served in the U.S. Asiatic Fleet, he wouldn't let me buy me or him beers. His grandfather survived a mass beheading of 25,000 Chinese young men rounded up after the fall of Singapore. He said his granddad escaped into the jungle but then hung around, hiding from searching Jap troops and spying on the spectacle.

When he asked his granddad why he took the risk of watching the horror, he replied, "someone had to tell the Yanks; we had no weapons, no guns. But I knew when the Yanks heard what the Japs had done to us, they'd punish them good."

With that my Chinese buddy looked me in the eye, raised his pint of Tiger lager, and said, "To Hiroshima, to Nagasaki, too bad America only had two bombs!"

I looked back into this eyes and thought of how my dad had been among the few to survive the destruction of the Asiatic Fleet, "America's naval Alamo," and how during the surrender ceremonies in Tokyo Bay, his destroyer was off the coast of Honshu, on anti-submarine patrol and expecting the worst. I raised my Tiger, and said, "to Hiroshima, to Nagaski, too bad we only had two bombs!"

My Malaysian wife lost an uncle two years ago to a stroke. He had earlier survived four years as a Jap slave laborer, building the railroad in Burma and Thailand. He was familiar with the famous River Kwai Bridge, as he helped lay the track. He saw 60,000 of his countrymen die during the project, not to mention thousands of white POWs as well.

During the occupation of Malaya, the Japanese had a general order outstanding, for the duration, that all Chinese were vermin and the soldiers could do whatever they wanted with them. This often took the form of sword practice, or bayonet practice. The post war Malaysian government documented 300,000 civilains murdered in this way during the occupation. I have heard so many stories. My mother-in-law had a bayonet pushed against her chest when she was only 8! The Japs used to come and steal all the food. And the young women, and teenage girls. The men were captured and sent up to the railroad project.

I could go on and on.

A round of drinks to you all! Too bad LeMay only made one March 10th!

My father-in-law, here visiting his grandchildren with his wife, is one of Mahathir's advisors, and a long time friend of Mahathir. I have met the PM and his wife socially at his home, and have met some of the cabinet, who are family friends, as well as some MPs, other leaders.

Mahathir is the George Washington of Malaysia, and a good man. In this country he would be to the right of Reagan, about whom he had a high opinion. I could relate a ton about the goings on down there, not to mention that bloke Anwar as well, the dude the busted, the inside stuff you never see in the press, but I don't have the time tonight. Going out.

In a few weeks I will be teaching the college son of one of Mahathir's cabinet ministers to shoot, the big iron, .45 colt single action, (Ruger Black Hawk), and .22 rifle. His mom's the youngest minister in the cabinet.

I am a rifle club member and NRA, too, as is my Malaysian wife. My wife is a Republican-conservative type, as are most Malaysians here.

My older brother has Parkinson's. Last year he had an experimental head operation involving some chip implants. The operation was an incredible success, virtually rolling back about 15 years worth of degeneration, and going from about 30 odd pills a day to only 1 or 2.

The doctors call him a medical miracle, and have no explanation for degree of improvement. This procedure is known to generally produce some improvement and return of normalcy to patients. In his case, the improvement went where no man has gone before.

My brother has become a national poster boy for Parkingson's. Some of you may already know him, or perhaps have heard him speak publicly.

If you want more info, I can put you in touch with him, and those he's worked with - he's back to playing tennis, and is still playing the guitar and writing music.

I'm at Lostlegend@earthlink.net

To those of you with Parkinson's, a hearty God bless you all, and hang in there. There is real hope. I've seen the results in person.

My father, who turned 84 on the 5th of March, served with the U.S. Asiatic Fleet aboard the Asiatic Fleet tanker U.S.S. Trinity. The Trinity was one of the few American ships to escape the Fleet's destruction in Southeast Asia in early 1942.

One of my Australian uncles served aboard HMAS Perth. His two best friends are buried in the Australian Naval Cemetery at River Kwai Bridge, Thailand. These two young lads spent much of their childhood hanging out in my mother's family home in Perth. The River Kwai Railway Bridge, made famous by a Hollywood movie, "The Bridge on the River Kwai," still stands, contrary to Hollywood myths and lies. The River Kwai Railroad Bridge was built by Australian naval prisoners from the Perth, and American naval prisoners from the Houston, not British Army prisoners. In real life, all the commando raids failed, as did all the many air attacks.

One of my wife's uncles, (she's Malay) worked for nearly four years as a slave laborer for the Japanese on the railway that crosses River Kwai Bridge. 60,000 of her uncle's countrymen failed to come home.

My dad was well familiar with the U.S.S. Houston, and the U.S.S. Marblehead, a light cruiser. The later became famous for steaming backwards, minus its bow, which was blown off by a bomb, a spectacle my dad watched from the Trinity.

The Trinity refueled the four U.S. "four-piper" destroyers prior to their incredible attack on the Japanese invasion fleet at Balikpapan, Kalimantan, Dutch East Indies. The Trinity's captain told the crew they were going into the Macassar Strait to rendevous with the destroyers, at a location now about 500 miles behind the front. He told them neither they nor the ship were expected to return. They were expendable. The crew reacted with spontaneous cheering. My dad said this was because they were going to get a chance to finally attack the Japanese, even albeit in a supporting role. Besides, the Japanese owed him $3,000, which had been in a dresser drawer in his beach house near Cavite back in the PI. Payback's a --- well, you know what it is. Not to mention that night club he and his Phillipina girlfriend had just opened in Manila, Sat. night,Tokyo time, December 6th, 1941. The sailors had been told previously by the captain that their life expectancy was now down to three weeks. The gig was now up. The destroyers needed to have their tanks topped off so as to have enough fuel for a high speed retreat in the unlikely event they were still afloat after the coming battle. The expected pursuit would include cruisers and as my dad put it, the Trinity could only make 12 knots tops, and that was if they were empty and sailing downhill. Despite this, the crew were itching for action, and their four, 5" 50 caliber guns were readied in high hopes of having rising suns in their sights.

Balikpapan is Malay and means "Butterfly Bay." Beautiful name for a bloody battle site. The attack resulted in the first American naval victory in the Pacific theater, an attack which also avenged Pearl Harbor by, according to official Japanese government statements, "killing at least 10,000 Japanese in the first 15 minutes of combat." Japanese governments to this day refuse to release the full details and action reports on the Battle of Balikpapan. We claimed 5 ships sunk and 1 damaged, the Japanese agree to this number. However, a Dutch submarine captain watched the whole show through his periscope, and the aftermath, and he counted, and logged 13 sinkings, not to metion a few badly damaged limpers home. This battle now ranks as the single bloodiest naval action in all of WWII, yet only a few Americans know of it, or its details. A surviving Japanese destroyer captain, Tamechi Hara, commanding His Imperial Highnesse's Kagaro class tincan, Amatsukaze said of the Yanks, "they made a naval banzai charge against us. They fought according to the highest standards of the Bushido Code. They were magnificient."

The Trinity survived the war, despite spending all of it in the war zone, a navy record the tanker shared with no other ships, according to the U.S. Navy. The Trinity did this remarkable and unheralded feat without a single casualty, despite having taken an aerial torpedo in one of her oil tanks, which failed to detonate. The ship also survived bombing, strafing and naval bombardment.

Funny thing, isn't it, what's in a name? Her hull number was AO13, the crew called her the "Lucky 13." She was built in 1912. Trinity. The ship that wore a sacred term across her fantail. Go figure. Manila, Cavite, Bataan, Corregidor, Macassar Straits, Balikpapan, Java Sea, Darwin Harbor, and many other runins with harm's way. No casualties, then home again, to Vallejo, CA in 1946. I suppose it's illegal now to name a new ship "Trinity." You know, that stuffs that's supposed to be in the constitution but isn't. Her sunken sister sails again, though, in a reborn U.S.S.Pecos.

Related. Anyone having information on the fate of U.S.S. Edsall, lost with all hands, kindly contact me. Relatives and descendants of sailors are still trying to find out what happened to the destroyer and her crew. There are no known details on her loss, apparently in action with the Japanese, perhaps south and west of Java, and the bloody Sunda Strait. Edsall helped out with the survivors of the Langley, then raced off to hunt for Japanese, never to be seen or heard from again.

It might be of interest to some that the Battle of the Sunda Strait, wherein Houston and Perth were sunk, is today regarded by many naval historians as the most savage and ferocious naval battle in all of WWII. A Yank heavy cruiser and her light Aussie consort, literally attacked about half the Japanese navy in a surprise night action. Shooting distances rarely exceeded 1,000 yards. Ranges were so short the allied cruisers did much shooting with barrels depressed.

The last message from HMAS Perth, from her commodore commanding, sent in the clear to the Prime Minister in far off Canberra, was, "I have found the enemy at last and am attacking. I will see my PM in Tokyo at war's end." Years later the PM shock the commodore's now feeble hand in Tokyo.

The Japanese nicknamed the sailors of the Asiatic Fleet, "the Samurai Sailors," and alone among U.S. sailors, they were saluted by the Japanese sailors with Banzai cheers.

Of additional interest on the Asiatic Fleet: Our ships enlisted Chinese nationals. All went down with their ships, rather than risk capture by the Japanese who would really get angry at finding Asians serving aboard "white" naval vessels. When the U.S.S. Houston sank, her burning decks twickled with hundreds of burning incense candles lit by her Chinese crew. The sing song of Chinese songs and prayers carried across the water to the Japanese ships surrounding the dying cruiser. When junior officers reboarded their ship to try to persuade the captain to leave, they found the captain on the shattered bridge, mortally wounded, his Chinese orderly craddling him in his arms. The orderly, known only to us by his service name "Buddha," was crying softly, "Houston die, Captain die, Buddha die, all die." Buddha shock the officers off. They saluted. Captain Roorks weakly returned the salute, and his men abandoned ship. Little did they know they would soon have a bridge to build near Bangkok.

The Royal Dutch Navy also used Asians in large numbers aboard their cruisers. The guns of cruisers De Ruyter and Java were manned by Indonesians and Malays in the Battle of the Java Sea.

The Asiatic Fleet is portrayed on film in Steve McQueen's "The Sand Pebbles," in John Wayne's rousing tribute, "They were Expendable," and in Cecil B. DeMiles sprawling three continent tour "The Story of Dr. Wasel," the ship's doctor of light cruiser U.S.S. Marblehead, a winner of the Navy Cross.

One Australian officer who survived the Java Sea Battle called it, "America's naval Alamo," while another junior officer who survived the action called the battle, "a naval street brawl." The Battle of the Java Sea went into the history books as the largest pure naval battle of WWII. (No planes or subs took part-it was a pure surface action). Since we lost, it's never been brought to the silver screen, and remains a black out spot in the American mind, unsung and unknown. I'm researching a screen play that will change that.