"They picked his bones clean, Jack! That's how it was back then. Hell, even in Scranton, you get off on the wrong exit, you make the wrong right turn and you're gonna end up in some Mennonite forest camp and all of a sudden they're suckin' the marrow right out of your femur! Boilin' the flesh off your skull so they can drink soup out of it! And I'm the guy that put a stop to it! I went right up to them and said now wait a minute you Anabaptist sissies, you...naw, I shouldn't say that. I'm gonna get in trouble if I say that."