I couldn’t stay with the ball club, and when they dropped me off in Hagerstown — this was a unique thing that I had happen to me, my first time — they dropped me off downtown in the black area. About two o’clock in the morning, three players came through the window, and they slept on the floor. One of my right fielders, Hank Rowland, one of the catchers, Herb Perelto, and another guy, Bob Easterwood, slept on the floor until about six o’clock in the morning. I said, “Hey man, I don’t need no help here.” I said, “I think I can handle whatever happens.” “No, no, no, we’re going to stay here.” They stayed with me until six o’clock in the morning. They got up, went back out the window, and came back around four o’clock. Picked me up, we drove back to the ball park, nobody knew about it, but I did. I was so thankful, not because what happened. It’s because I felt that those guys understood my problems, they knew that, hey, if something would happen, I might have got hurt, or I would have hurt somebody, and then I wouldn’t have had a career.