I had arranged this interview myself, and I have to admit I was pretty nervous. It was just Ted and me sitting in his trailer in West Palm Beach. He was a character, for sure, but easy to get along with. I, of course, called him Mr. Turner, but he said, "Call me Ted." So I did. He was friendly and cooperative, but at one point I made a reporters fatal error. I asked a yes-or-no question, and he just said, "Yes." And I was stuck. Hommina, hommina, hommina. But then I remembered one of a reporter's favorite tricks. I just remained silent, knowing that nature abhors a vacuum, until he started talking. And, as usual, when he did, he couldn't stop.