 Years and years and decades and decades of him on his... He would always have these yellow notepads all over the house because my dad would get an idea and he would write it down and he would write it and he would write it and he would scratch it out and write it. And then a few days later, I'd see him flipping through the pages and scratching things out and writing them in so that they had beautiful clarity. So he could read his stuff and it was so...