 In Chicagoland, which was more or less built for the wintertime, and in the summer wearing that thing was something you wouldn't do to Al-Qaeda. Our problem was it wasn't, it was always just like a tiny part of the band was still around, so it'd be like me and another trumpet player and ass-snared drum and maybe an oboe trying to play these Sousa marches. Eh, well, what are you doing? It's the intention, right, that counts, that we're loving America here on 4th of July.