 In high school, we had to write a booklet, because it was called a career booklet or something like that, and I titled it Medicine and Plastic Surgery. This was all just new. This was all developed during the war. The penicillin was the big drug, and lo and behold, I won the prize for the best career book in health acts that year. The prize that I got was a book about a surgeon in Burma, a North American surgeon. I forget where it's Canadian, I still have it. So I had a lot of incentive to go in that route. Into medicine? Yeah. I had started working in the drug store down the street from my home when I was about 12, I guess, delivering prescriptions on my bike, and as I got older and in university, I would then help behind the counter with prescriptions under their direction, of course. So getting my blood somehow, it got into my blood, and then getting, so there was quite a departure going from a city with that idea of medicine and going up into the Arctic, which is quite barren, bleak, very, very cold, most beautiful summer you ever see now, caribou wolves, and I enjoyed the rocks for various types of ore specimens and minerals, and I could just not stay with that.