I had an uncle named Julius. He was well over four feet. Laughter And I was named after him because we were under some peculiar impression that he had money. As a matter of fact, my father wanted to throw him out of the house. But my mother said, no, no, I remember I read a story once in which a man was supposed to be broke. And when he died, he left a lot of money. So they named me Julius. He never worked anyhow. He was just in the house sitting there. And he finally died.…