I had Carl Bark’s home phone number. I could have called him up anytime but I didn’t. That would be like calling God. “Hi God, I ubba bubba bubba guk…” and so so on. Totally making myself an idiot in the eyes of God. So I didn’t dare call. I had his address too. I gave it to a kid who came into my shop a lot, he wrote Barks a letter and got a drawing of Donald Duck in return.