Mr. Paul. Yes.
Mr. Hubert. And then why did you close it?
Mr. Paul. Well, maybe I would still be operating it—no, I wasn’t going to operate it any more. I told Eva, “I’m going to give you the stock,” and let her do whatever she wanted to with it, because I couldn’t do it any more. The second thing is, I had a broken foot—I couldn’t make it any more over there. I was only coming up once a week, and the thing was shot, and then on the same day I decided to that, the liquor control board closed it up. They didn’t close it up, they sent me a notice that I can’t sell beer, so I might as well close it up.
Mr. Hubert. And it hasn’t been opened since then?
Mr. Paul. No.
Mr. Hubert. You paid the rent and all the bills during that time?
Mr. Paul. When I was operating it?
Mr. Hubert. Yes.
Mr. Paul. Yes.
Mr. Hubert. And you came out a deficit of about $3,000?