 I wrote out a check. I gave it to Grossman. I said, buy him a ticket. This is the flight I'm going on. Book him on this flight. We'll go down together, you and I. Don't tell him where the money came from. Just buy him the ticket. Sure. So Dylan and I sat on this flight. It was an evening flight on the night before the mass meeting. And he was writing lyrics on the backs of old envelopes.