 So I got him on the plane, picked him up at the airport in Portland, and he was pretty frail. It was bad, but he was just saying, well, I remember this, I remember that. I was playing his music, his 50s music that he enjoyed, and he wanted to go to a restaurant. I believe it was Sizzler's or something like that. I'm like, okay, I remember this. Then he wandered again, and my uncles came down to...