You should have. Think of all the crazy stuff you're missing! [He pauses.] Though, I think I'd go bananas if I didn't get to see American Bandstand anymore. Or if you had to poop in the bush all the time.

[Gross.]

So they both came with you? Boy are you lucky! I went looking and my folks aren't anywhere up there, but then I remem...

[Richie frowns. Stares off somewhere very far.] Dad went...it was '73. It was 1973 when he passed—

[His face screws up, as if searching for the meat of the matter were giving him a mighty migraine. Sure felt like it. Like there were needles driving into his brain all over, and one big old honker coming straight between his eyes—]