 And I wonder if they had a deal. You chase them, and I'll make them pay for franks. That's the way it was. There also was a vivero right there on Hunt 12th Street between 1st and 2nd, a place where they slaughtered chickens and they slaughtered whatever else you needed to eat. It smelled horrible. But when you were running and you wanted to not get caught, that's where you went in. And the workers would chase us away. We didn't care. We stayed there. That's the way it was in those days.