“What kind of radio toys are you going to make in this new factory?” I inquired.

“Talking toys, of course.”

“Like … cats?”

“Certainly.”

“And … chickens?”

He nodded.

“And … frogs?”

“Possibly.”

“You’re not sure about the frogs?”

“That’s a detail to be taken up later. I’m like my father,” and he swaggered his shoulders, sort of. “We don’t bother with details. We hire men to do that.”