I saw you, George, in the early 80’s. You read me and my sister and cousin. We sat in your bedroom on folding chairs, and I remember your cat was there. She ran off when our dog (passed over) entered the room. At the time, we paid under $50 for our reading. We told you ‘no’ on a couple of items, but you were not deterred by our “no’s” and in the end, turned out, you were right and we were wrong. Over the years, your words all resonated as the truth in our lives. You didn’t know our names, and there was no internet to look us up for any kind of inside scoop into our lives. You are kind and generous and we will be back in the near future. You are worth the price of admission at any rate.