During the summer of 1978, I discovered "The Prospect of Immortality" by Robert Ettinger. It was fifty cents at a local library book sale. I read it non-stop. I was completely enthralled with it and bought life insurance from Metropolitan Life for the first time, with the intention of covering my cryonics policy. I ended up telephoning Ettinger after discovering he was pretty close to where I was in Southern Ontario, he in southern Michigan. When I suggested a visit, he said there’s no point and was overall cantankorous, unfriendly and grumpy. That was a big disappointment. It laid the basis for my trip to the LEF a few years later to meet Durk Pearson instead. When I got there, Durk wasn't there. I met Saul Kent instead. When I asked Saul where Durk Pearson was, Saul said "I don't have to listen to this" and walked away from me.