103012 #eel And they came. From everywhere, young and old, male, female, even more journalists. And i started walking around, hopping from level to level, feeling the stone under my feet. The microphone lady was there with a bullhorn but i called her microphone lady. She was trying to get people to do something a certain way or listen a certain way but i called down to her, it's all right. Thank you but it's okay. Can i have the microphone please. Can you please pass it up, and they did. They passed it to me but i didn't even need it to keep making my speech. At one point i could tell i was kind of losing them, losing a little steam, so i got back on track. I was talking about writing. There were three things but the one i remember landing on was this: be honest be honest be honest.