George looked good in his neck beads, his face glowing, unencumbered by mustache and beard. We talked about Piggot’s Manor. George was thrilled, and said, “Yeah, I wanted you Krishnas to have a place like Friar Park, something in the countryside. I promised Prabhupada. You can chant as loud as you like and no one bothers you. And I can come over there, and no one’ll bother me.”