I Had Many, Many, Many Death Threats.

I Had Many, Many, Many Death Threats. I Couldn't Open Letters For A Long Time, Because They All Had To Be Opened By Either The Fbi Or Somebody. I Couldn't Open Letters. I Had To Be Escorted. In Fact, Just Recently I Went To A Funeral, Calvin Wardlaw, Who Was The Detective -- The Policeman -- With Me For Two Years, Passed Away Just Recently. He And I Got To Be Bosom Buddies Really, But That Was The Hardest Part. I Wasn't Able To Enjoy -- You Know.