When I was living and working in Rome one time, I bought a tiny little canary at a bird market on the streets in Rome. I brought it home, and I was in Rome by myself because my kids had grown. They always came with me on location, but this time they didn’t. This little bird just kind of filled my life. It was like – it was such a wonderful companion, and when I say it filled up the silence, it really did. So I had this thing with this tiny little bird, and when I got ready to leave, I had to come back to the States, I thought well, I’m going to take this bird with me. I actually called, like, the American embassy, “What do you have to do to get,” you know, they thought I was nuts. Nobody obviously had any idea, nor were they going to take any of these questions seriously. So I decided, well, I’m just going to take him. I remember going to the airport that day, to the airport in Rome. I was traveling with some other people from the film, and they just like – I’ll see you later, because if you get busted for bringing this bird, we don’t want to be there. I went into the bathroom, I took the bird out of its little box, its little basket that I had in my hand luggage, and slipped it into my pocket, which was warm and dark. That little bird stayed there. We went all the way through the airport, through customs, through passport control. When I got on the plane – and he was fine, he was quiet. We got on the plane, I took him out of my pocket and put him back in his little basket so he could eat and drink during the eight-hour flight or whatever. Then we did the reverse. When I landed, put him back in my – and then he was home safe. We got home together just fine. So that was the beginning of that story [It’s About a Little Bird].