 Well, I tell you, you're absolutely right. Oh, yeah, sure. My grandfather was in the business of renting punts and moorings to the summer kickers, the flatlanders. Most of them came from New York. And they were a bunch of alpha whiskeys or alpha hotels. And my grandfather would get tired of them sometimes because they're always talking loud and intimidating. I was there for some of those conversations. I just wanted to take a bat to him. I said...