 Why, of course not. Maybe you wouldn't want to. Boy, if you ever saw the first rays of the sun glinting on the icy waters of Ketchikan Creek... Oh, I'm sorry. There's my wife honking for me. Coming to get by now. Hold on. Poor Mr. Wimple. Say, what's his wife like, McGee? Well, roughly like the backfield of the Green Bay Packers. What?