 They started talking ham and eggs and that just suited me. I said goodbye to the cotton patch, there's no more spuds to see. We were all so happy and thought we were riding high. But to knock the way out of ham and eggs and to stay out here all night. And so let's focus, and those of us who remember our Steinbeck, this becomes, at least in this chapter of your book, a central focus on a micro-history with respect to progressive labor unions.