 And I love it. As my mother used to say, we're not the first. We won't be the last. We're not the first. We won't be the last. You've got to remember that. You're nothing in the grand scheme of things. If I were a grain of sand, when I was in fourth grade, I had to write a short story called If I Was a Grain of Sand. And I won the contest. Lord knows I love winning contests. I wish I could remember what it was about. The sand probably dies at the end