Stanley Feld M.D.,FACP, MACE

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My wife of 49 years is the greatest person I ever met. We have had a wonderful life together. It has been a great trip.

I have always told my boys, Brad and Daniel, “If you’re not on the edge you are taking up too much space.”

I married a woman who has not been frightened to take that journey with me.

Just imagine, when we were in the Air Force in 1965, I had a one-month vacation in the summer of 1966.

Neither one of us had ever camped out in a tent. A pediatrician drove to the Air Force Base with his young family in an Air-Stream trailer after camping out for 3 weeks before arriving to Blytheville Arkansas.

I said to Cecelia, “If Rosen could do it we can do it. It might even be fun.” Bravely, she took up the challenge even though Brad was less than 6 months old and still on formula.

I ordered and got confirmation for a Pop Up Trailer Tent from the Air Force Base’s recreation services. Four days before the trip I went to pick the trailer up. The previous user trashed the Trailer Tent. The Sergeant was a patient of mine. He fixed us up with a brand new pink four-man survival tent. He taught me how to put it. The tent was 6ft by 4 ft. with a crawl tunnel door.

Cecelia was not pleased with the accomadations but accepted it as an adventure. After studying the Boy Scout manual, we headed off for a 1-month tour through the Grand Canyon, Bryce, Zion and the Canyon Lands.

These rookie campers did a great job and had a wonderful time.

Next we decided to leave New England, Massachusetts, Mass General Hospital and the many offers I had to be a Clinical Endocrinologist in the Boston area and the New York City area for Dallas Texas.

We hated the grey sky, bitter cold and snow in the northeast.

The year was 1969. We knew two people in Dallas.

Cecelia researched demographic in the states and concluded that Dallas, Texas needed a Clinical Endocrinologist.

Dallas was not what it is today but it was great. I built a wonderful practice of Clinical Endocrinology when most people didn’t know what a Clinical Endocrinologist did.

Cecelia was behind me all the way.

After I became involved in medical politics as President of the American Association of Clinical Endocrinologists, I decided I could Repair the Healthcare System. I decided to leave my practice and give it a try.

It has been harder than I expected.

However, Cecelia has backed my mission all the way. What a woman.

As many of you know Cecelia Feld is an accomplished Texas artist. She does printmaking, collages, monotypes and photography. 



She has done a wonderful art photography series on the new Calatrava Bridge in Dallas. Her exhibit of these photographs has been displayed at the Dallas Architectural Forum. Several people have expressed interest in buying these photographs. 

In my opinion, these photographs are spectacular.

Last Saturday night she had a show of her new Collages at the Mary Tomas gallery in Dallas Texas.

The pieces in the show are incredible. Imbed in the collages are samples of photographs taken all over the world of images that are formed by streets that can be seen underfoot when walking through cities, towns and villages.

Cecelia is a master of color and its juxtapositions. http://www.studio7310.com/ArtEveryday/2012/05/unwrapped/#comments

She maintains a web site www.studio7310.com

and a blog  http://www.studio7310.com/ArtEveryday/

Please click on the links to get a feel for Cecelia’s work. Thank you.

She is an excellent writer and educator.

Two weeks ago she came up with a brilliant idea. Lots of people contribute to charity. She presented an offer to her followers to contribute $100 to a charity of their choice. She will then send then a 5×7 collage on her big birthday in September as her birthday present to you for your contribution. Below are the rules in Cecelia’s words.

“Summer is almost here (in Texas, anyway), which means my birthday is not far behind. September 25. No, you may not ask how old I’ll be (please don’t ask my kids). It’s a big number. 

To celebrate the occasion I have decided to work on a project this summer which will enable you to add an original work of art by me to your collection.

Here’s the deal:

1. You donate at least $100.00 to your favorite charity. (Really small amount, isn’t it)?

2. You tell me the name of the charity and that you have made the donation. Send me your address.

3. I will send you a 4×6″ collage on 5×7″ paper. One collage per total donation.

4. You must make your donation and let me know by June 20.  

5. I will send the collage by the end of September.

What a win-win deal!  A worthy charity benefits and you get a Cecelia Feld original work of art.

I get the pleasure of giving back to everyone who has supported me in so many ways along my life’s artistic journey. What a great birthday present for me! 

Let’s do it!

Here are 2 examples of my small collages from the “Spectrum 1-10″ series.”

#1221 Spectrum 8, collage, 6×4", 2009

#1222 Spectrum 9, collage 6×4", 2009

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 Last Saturday went to her opening in two cars because she had to be there early. We left the show in both cars to go to dinner. The highway entrance was closed for reconstruction.

 I thought I knew where we were and how to find the highway. I volunteered to lead us to the highway. I promptly got us lost in the depths of the back of downtown Dallas.

It felt like Tom Wolfe’s being stuck on Buckner Blvd in Bonfires of the Vanities to both of us as I tried desperately to recover and get on any major highway.

This has been the spirit of our life together. We are both willing to take chances by utilizing educated guesses.

I am convinced that the key to our successful marriage is the profound mutual respect we have for each other.  

Can anyone ask for a better, more adventurous, more innovative and more talented wife.

I am very proud of her.

 I am a very lucky guy.

 I love you, Cecelia.

Stanley Feld M.D.,FACP,MACE

I have just returned from San Diego and Lindzonpalooza 5

Howard Lindzon is one of Brad’s friends.

Howard is an entrepreneur and angel investor. He also has a Venture Fund. One of his companies is Stockwits a stock discussing social network.

His venture fund is called SocialLeverage. Howard describe himself as follows,

“My current start-up is called Stocktwits and I am a co-founder and CEO.

I also manage a hedge fund and have done so since June of 1998.

I make early stage investments though Social Leverage.

I am a partner in two other funds called Knight’s Bridge Capital Partners .

My hobbies include driving my kid’s around and staying awake.

I am in pursuit of the perfect sleep solution.

Endless bad ideas – trust me!

Howard Lindzon"

Brad was an early investor in Stockwits after one call to Howard.

As the story goes Fred Wilson met Howard and invested in Stockwits. Fred told Brad he ought to talk to Howard. He said, Brad, “you will like him.”

The next year my wife and I were in Phoenix. Howard lived in Phoenix at the time. Brad told me to call Howard and go to lunch. Brad said, “I would like him.”

 I fell in love with Howard’s attitude toward life and business. Howard is the absolute rainmaker.

Howard is bright, witty, balanced. He keeps life in perspective. Howard started  Lindzonpalooza  five years ago after he moved to Coronado California.

He invites entrepreneurs, angel investors, venture capitalists and me to the event.

I am none of the above. I believe I was invited because Brad told Howard he should invite me. I would enjoy the meeting. The age range of the attendees is 21-46. I beat everyone by at least 28 years.

It is an invigorating weekend. Everyone just hangs out and networks. Howard does not believe in agendas. He believes in letting things happen.

Each year the Lindzonpaloza has grown in number. Howard says if you are invited and do not attend you will not get invited for a few years.

There are many repeat attendees who would not dare to miss the Lindzonpaloza, me included. The “kids” I have met here are some of the brightest people on the planet. Most of them have been successful monetarily with large exits from their technology. Most are in the process of building another company. 

They say they do it because they have a passion for technology. They don’t do it for the money.

All have crossed paths with Howard.

None are on the hunt for venture money.

All are on the hunt for ides and opportunities.

All work at least 80 hours a week.

All work that hard because they love their business.

All want to make a difference.

Many of the companies they represent or represented made a transformational difference to society.

This year Howard formalized Lindzonaloza. He had newly discovered companies present their products.

Each company presented a new tool to enhance one’s experience on the Internet using a smartphone, computer or tablet. Each company could potentially have a disruptive effect on legacy institutions.

Their innovations were intellectually stimulating to me.

A great thing happened to me during the meeting. I have had trouble getting my blog, (Repairing The Healthcare System), to be followed by young, successful people.

The younger generation must pay attention to what is going on in the healthcare system.

At the end of one of the presentations Brad pulled me up to the front of the room.  He announced that, “my dad needs some help in getting his blog viral.”

 “My Dad has not used Twitter effectively.” Brad then asked everyone in the room to become a follower @sfeld and retweet his address to all their followers.

Interlude: Brad Feld of the Foundry Group gets up to the podium with his dad, Stan.  These guys are two of the most legendary venture investors of our era.  Brad is a Jedi.  Stan is hilarious.  Brad pleas with us to help his Dad – over 70 and "the oldest member of the Lindzonpalooza gang" – get more followers and go viral (he is @sfelfd). 

Well, I’ll be dammed. The followers are pouring in. I promised to keep them entertained with photo’s using Instagram.  I will also be sending them a link to my blog post at every posting on Twitter.

My blog will provide them with the true poop and even provide some viable business opportunities.

Thank you, Howard and Brad for giving me the opportunity to enable my blog to become viral using social media. I thank everyone for signing up. 

Howard, thank you for inviting me to Lindzonpalossa 5. 

I love you Brad.

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Stanley Feld M.D.,FACP,MACE

Every year my brother (Charlie) and I go to Baseball’s Spring Training Cactus League with our boys.

Brad and Daniel are my boys. Jon and Kenny are Charlie’s boys. Their ages are one-year apart. They are each in their 40’s.

We have always enjoyed our time together on long weekends. It is bonding time.

We catch up with our lives, watch baseball games and philosophize.

Brad, Charlie, Daniel

I always come away invigorated.

This year Kenny could not come. Last year Jon brought his son Jack. He was 10. We put Jack on our Junior Varsity.  This year we promoted Jack to the varsity. He knows baseball better than all of us.

The first game was the Oakland A’s vs. The Seattle Mariners. It was not a great game. The games never are. The great thing about the games is the smell of the grass, the pop of the mitt, the crack of the bat and being with our boys.

Oakland A's Field 

Gaylord Perry       Bert Campaneris  Fergie Jenkins

Saturday’s game was the Colorado Rockies vs. the Arizona Diamond Backs at the new Salt Lake Fields At Talking Stick.

Salt River Fields at Talking Stick is a stadium complex located in the Salt River Pima-Maricopa Indian Community near Scottsdale, Arizona.

It is the newest Major League Baseball spring training facility. It is the shared home for the Arizona Diamondbacks and the Colorado Rockies.

It is a beautiful ball field. The Cactus League is growing each year. Arizona weather is wonderful in March. It is much better than Florida’s March weather. The humidity is high in Florida’s Grapefruit League.

The Cactus League has figured out the right price point for the tickets to the games. Tickets in Florida can be five to ten times higher.

Daniel and the DiamondBacks

Stan and Daniel

Publicity is great and the baseball experience is user friendly.

On Sunday we saw the opening Spring Training game for the Texas Rangers and Kansas City Royals. They share a relative new training facility (10 years old) in Surprise Arizona. Surprise is a new town about 30 miles northwest of Scottsdale.

Every year the roads to Surprise get better and the trip shorter. Surprise is growing by leaps ad bounds. A person would never think America is in a Recession/Depression.

There are more new restaurants and shopping centers popping each year than can be imagined.

Josh Hamilton 

We had a treat. Ron Washington kept the first team in the game for five innings. It didn’t matter to any of us that the American League Champs were really lousy on Sunday.

The only thing that matters to the six of us was being together and the smell of ice cold beer, peanuts, popcorn and Cracker Jacks. 

Next weekend my brother and I are going to hit some baseballs.

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I want to wish everyone a Happy Holiday and a Healthy and Happy New Year.

In my last blog I outlined Obamacare’s threat to our freedom. The Supreme Court will rule on the issue in the summer of 2012.

Another example of increasing government control over our freedoms are the two  bills working their way through congress, Protect IP Act (PIPA - S.968) and Stop Online Piracy Act (SOPA – H.R.3261)).

Newspapers, TV and the movies are the traditional media. It is not surprising that these two media would work hard to protect their vested interests. The Internet is a threat to their vested interest. They are trying to put restrictions on the Internet that is a threat to our freedom of expression. It also represents a threat to our economy.

I think some members of the Judicial Committee of the House of Representatives do not understand the implication of the bill and the unintended consequences.  If they do they are doing an evil thing to our freedom of speech and freedom of the press.

The Internet has provided the individual a voice. It is the freedom of choice to listen to that voice.

My son, Brad Feld, outlined the unintended consequences of the two bills clearly.

These bills are consistent with President Obama’s apparent quest to increase governmental control over our freedoms.  Both bills have had minimal coverage by the press.

Brad said,

“There are two very disturbing bills making their way through Congress: Protect IP Act (PIPA - S.968) and Stop Online Piracy Act (SOPA – H.R.3261).These bills are coated in rhetoric that I find disgusting since at their core they are online censorship bills. It’s incredible to me that Congress would take seriously anything that censors the Internet and the American public but in the last few weeks PIPA and SOPA have burst forth with incredibly momentum, largely being underwritten by large media companies and their lobbyists.”

“ I’ve been incredibly agitated the last few days by SOPA after watching three hours of the House Judicial Committee hearing on Friday. SOPA is such an evil thing at so many levels and the people in the House that want it to happen appear to refuse to listen to facts or logic, and – when they talk about what they are confronted with – claim the facts and logic aren’t actually factual or logical. “

 The Judicial committee of the House of Representative was going to vote for the bill and send it to the entire house for passage on December 16^th.  By some miracle at a last minute the decision was made to delay the bill until the committee could learn more about the unintended consequences

President Obama said he would sign the bill. My sense is most of the congressmen on the committee did not understand the bill. Testimony has been heard so far only from advocates for the bills passage. It almost looks rigged.

My fear is the facts are immaterial to the committee membership.

Brad went on.

“In addition to being censorship bills, these are anti-entrepreneurship bills. They are a classic example of industry incumbents trying to use the law to stifle disruptive innovation, or at least innovation that they view as disruptive to their established business.

 To date, the Internet has been an incredible force for entrepreneurship and positive change throughout the world (did anyone notice what recently happened in Egypt?) It’s beyond comprehension why some people in Congress would want to slow this down in any way.”

Wake up America. We must speak up using the tool that lets our voice be heard. The Internet.

STOP CENSORSHIP.

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One of my favorite street games while growing up in the Bronx was "Strikeouts." Strikeouts is not a well know game nor has it been well described in the "literature."  It was difficult to play on most neighborhood streets. It needed a wide field such as a concrete softball field to be played properly.

(Inaccurate photo because the guys were older than 10-12 years old, pitcher is throwing a tennis ball rather than a spaldeen, and the strike zone is painted on the wall. We had none of this. However photo gives you the idea.

I lived across the street from Claremont Park. It had a large softball field.  In Strikeouts a pitcher pitches to a batter and tries to strike the batter out. It can be played by 2 to 20 kids with one on a side to 10 on a side including a short centerfielder.

The only equipment needed is a Spaulding (Spaldeen) and a broomstick as a bat. The Spaldeens were never perfectly round. The pitcher could try a vicious curve ball with a Spaldeen. The ball can produce a natural curve when thrown more that 50 feet. If the ball had a slight rubber seam, a ten year old could throw a successful curve ball, slider, cutter, or sinking ball will a slight twist of the wrist.

I had a friend we “nicknamed” Glue. He could catch a Spaldeen by sticking his hand in the air. The Spaldeen just stuck like glue to his hand. Hence, the nickname Glue.

 Glue had a wicked curve ball and a phenomenal knuckle ball. His knuckleball danced in front of your eyes until you were dizzy. He was impossible to hit.

 The game was about pitching and hitting. All the rest of the guys were fielders. The more guys you had the more positions you filled.

 With one on a side, a strikeout was a strikeout. The ump calling balls and strikes was the pitcher. It was not exactly fair but we tried to be honest.  A home run was a shot over the fence. A triple was hitting the fence. A double was a one bounce to the fence. A single was anything hit past the pitcher.

Most of the outs were the result of a strikeout. This was the reason for the game’s name. The broomstick could not be more than an inch in diameter. I remember finding a one-inch diameter stick in the sewer on my cousin Albee’s block while playing stickball in his neighborhood. I took that stick everywhere.

 Pitching a Spaldeen did not hurt a young kid’s arm. The ball was light and it took more skill than force to throw an effective pitch.

 A pitcher could pitch 20 innings easily. There was usually no reason to stop the game at 9 inning.

We played until it was dark or our mothers called us in to eat.

The most memorable Strikeout game of my career was the time my friends needed an extra guy for a six on a side game. I walked home late from school that day. Everyone was home already, had milk and cookies and changed into their sneakers and jeans. They were outside ready to play.

They spotted me walking home. They asked me to join their game.

 I told them I have to go home and change my new shoes. I had just gotten a pair of “Miles leather shoes.”  I did not want to ruin the shoes. The usual brand of shoes my parent bought my brother and me was Tom McCan Shoes. Miles shoes(Does not exist anymore) were supposed to be really special. I was not allowed to play ball in my school shoes in any case.

 My mother was working. No one was home. My friends convinced me to play now. They said my parents would not notice that I played ball in my school shoes.

 In the middle of the third inning it started to rain. It didn’t just rain. It poured. We continued the game in the rain. I hit a ball into the outfield. In a six-man Strikeouts game you had to run the bases. 

 After running to first in my new drenched Miles shoes, the shoes fell apart. They  fell off my feet. Obviously, the shoes were not leather. They were made out of cardboard. So much for the quality of Miles shoes. I ran the bases in my socks.

 The only thing left was to explain my predicament to my mother and father. It was not an easy task. Thank god I didn’t get killed.

 That particular Strikeouts game lives vividly in my memory. 

The opinions expressed in the blog “Repairing The Healthcare System” are, mine and mine alone.  

Stanley Feld M.D.,FACP,MACE

My brother, Charlie Feld, and I grew up in the Bronx. Our neighborhood was a typical Bronx lower middle class neighborhood.

Our parents did not have discretionary income to have us take tennis,swimming or skiing lessons. We had to play free Street Games. Each section of the Bronx has a little different twist on each Street Game. 

My brother and I talked about writing a book about all these games a few years ago. We never got around to it. These games played an important part in our childhood memories. They need to be memorialized. 

Many of the games centered on a Spalding ball. It was called a Spaldeen. The Spaldeen cost five cents. It lasted a long time.  It was a pink ball a little smaller than a baseball. The Spaldeen’s shape could be changed by pressing in its walls. The deformity added to the tricky movement (stuff) on the ball’s flight through the air.

Spaldeens are having a revival. You can buy a set of three for $7.95 at Flaghouse.com http://www.flaghouse.com/SPALDING-Spaldeen-High-Bounce-Ball-Set-item-11089

or a dozen Spaldeen knock offs at Amazon for $14.95 http://www.amazon.com/Rubber-Ball-Hi-Bounce-Spaldeen-Spalding/dp/B0035ZD04A 



I decided to record my memories of these childhood games after playing with my 7 year old granddaughter the other day. She is involved in tennis, gymnastics, swimming and skiing. She never heard of Punch Ball. She has never seen a typewriter, either. 

My son didn’t have a Spaldeen so I used a tennis ball and taught her how to punch a ball. It was a big hit. The trick in Punch Ball is not to toss the Spaldeen up as you would a tennis ball. You punch it with a slight flip to maximize your control over the force and direction of the ball. 

Punch Ball is one of many games low overhead games that used a Spaldeen. I will describe as many games as I can remember in the coming months. 

 The only piece of equipment needed was a Spaldeen. Lots of kids carried their own Spaldeen in their jeans back pocket. 

Punch Ball could be played with three to ten guys on each team. I do not remember playing Punch Ball with girls. The field could be anywhere available from the street to a dirt spot in the park, a concrete softball field or a kid’s playground with a fenced in sandbox. 

Punching the Spaldeen into the sandbox was fun. It also produced runs.   

We needed a larger field as the number of players increased.  We often moved to the concrete softball field from our dirt triangle outside the softball field.

The rules were baseball rules without stealing bases.  

If three players were on each team there was a first baseman, a second baseman (only two bases) and an outfielder. The idea was to punch the ball between the fielders and run the bases. The dirt field had many cracks and stones on the surface. If the Spaldeen hit a crack or stone it took funny hops. These hops served to improve our ability to field grounders. 

If you got on first you were not allowed to lead off base when the next puncher was up. 

The Spaldeen was flexible and its bounce was high. If a puncher was proficient he could hit it past the outfielder and score a run. He could also put stuff on the ball by pinching it.  The Spaldeen then travelled through the air like a knuckle ball. It was very hard to catch.  

If we had to play in the street, the bases were the parked cars. In the park the bases were usually two trees, two baseball hats or two hankies held down with stones. If a player used his hankie his mother was not very pleased when he came home with a filthy hankie.

We had a great three-man dirt field with two trees adjacent to our concrete softball field.

I remember playing Punch Ball for hours on end. I always came home filthy from the dirt and the dust. It was wholesome fun and cost nothing. I also become a pretty good baseball (hardball) infielder as a result of my punch ball experiences.  

Stanley Feld M.D.,FACP,MACE

Many of you know how much I love chocolate ice cream. A few years ago, Brad and I spent a father and son weekend hanging out in South Beach, Florida. One day our breakfast and lunch was chocolate ice cream at Ghirardelli’s on Lincoln Road.

I have requested recipes for homemade chocolate ice cream on this blog. I received 12 delicious recipes.

Cecelia and I just got home from a 19 day trip to Vietnam and a 4 day trip to Cambodia with the tour company, Overseas Adventure Travel (OAT). OAT runs fabulous trips at affordable prices. The Vietnam trip was the fourth we have taken with them. Each trip seems to get better than the last.

The Vietnam trip was the best mostly because of the group leader Nguyen Huu Quang. He is a 45 year old with a knack for language and a great sense of humor. He has mastered most of American slang. He was a treasure. He was the glue that bound the 14 of us together. OAT limits their groups to 16 people per trip.

He was always singing on the bus. We decided to pick a theme song.

learned the words to the song, and rehearsed on the bus. We visited many villages and Vietnamese tribes in the countryside. When a group entertained us we reciprocated by singing our theme song. Everyone laughed a lot. Norman Cousins said laughing is therapeutic.

Cecelia and I flew to Hanoi a day early to explore Hanoi on our own. The most amazing experience was crossing the street. It was culture shock.

There are millions of motor scooters in Hanoi with very few traffic lights. Traffic never lets up. Both sides weave into each other. The only way to cross is to walk in between the motor scooters. The first day it took us about 10 minutes to get up the courage to step into the street. Quang taught us the way to cross. He told the group to bunch together. When he shouted “sticky rice” we would all march across the street without fear. The scooters stopped or slowed down to avoid us.

I discovered the Vietnamese eat everything that is not poisonous. Quang showed us how to eat duck embryo. You could see the feathers, wings, eyes of the embryo as well as the yoke. No one in our group volunteered to try one. Along the way one day, he also stopped at a cricket restaurant. The owner was very proud of his product. The crickets were pickled in rice wine. A few in our group ate them. It was not for Cecelia or me.

OAT provided us with most of the meals. We ate in handpicked restaurants and in homes during our home and monastery visits As you can see, OAT makes an adventure of its tours for people over 50. However, I think I would have had a ball on a trip at age 40.

The main dish as Qwang says is always rice except when eating pho with noodles. Vegetables were next followed by a little chicken, pork, or beef.

We visited all the major cities including Hanoi,Hue, DaNang, Dalat,Hoi An, Nha Trang, Saigon and the Mekong Delta villages.

Vietnamese are not desert freaks. A big desert is fruit in season. It was watermelon or pineapple during our trip. The most exotic was coconut rice pudding or coconut sorbet. I set out to find a place that had the best chocolate ice cream.

The dairy industry is not large in Vietnam. Ice Cream was scarce until recently. I searched for the best ice cream in every town. I was unsuccessful in the villages.

In Hanoi Fanny’s Ice Cream was the winner. I tried about three other places advertised as “western” and even “italian” and nothing came close.

You can see its popularity by the motor scooters parked inside the store. It is on a very busy street around the corner from a pseudo pizza restaurant the group ate lunch.

Romey Ice Cream and Coffee Bar was the best in Nha Trang. It was the only one I found near the beach. It was too difficult to search inland.

In Saigon, Fanny’s wins hands down. The Chocolate Chili is out of site.

http://www.glacefanny.com/en/fannyicecream/icecream.html

However, the best I found was in a Happy Room (western restroom) stop on the way to the Mekong Delta villages.

This ice cream was deep dark chocolate gelato. It makes my mouth water just thinking
about it.

It was the ultimate discovery in my great chocolate ice cream quest on a magnificent trip.

 The opinions expressed in the blog “Repairing The Healthcare System” are, mine and mine alone.