In fact, if I didn't read the proxy statement every year, I'd swear he was broke. I remember one time wewere flying out of New Yorkon a commercial flightgoing to see our friends at The Limited inColumbus, Ohioand all of a sudden at the airport, Sam sort of looks startled and says, 'David, I don'thave any money with me. Do you' I reached in my wallet and pulled out two twenties. He looked atthem and said, 'You won't need both of those, let me borrow one.' "Now, when it comes to Wal-Mart, there's no two ways about it: I'm cheap. I think it's a real statementthat Wal-Mart never bought a jet until after we were approaching $40 billion in sales and expanded asfar away as California and Maine, and even then they had to practically tie me up and hold me down todo it. On the road, we sleep two to a room, although as I've gotten older I have finally started staying inmy own room. 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