 Several months ago, I told you the story of what happened when I was a counselor in a Jewish boys' camp in Ohio, where this terrible storm came up one day, and the land was dark at two o'clock in the afternoon, and everyone headed for the shelter of the dining hall, and we had the traditional customary headcount, and there were two campers missing, which is the scariest thing that can ever happen, and I told you about it. We went out and found them. They were caught in the way at the end of the lake, and I had to go out in a canoe and try to rescue them. I told you about that blowing wind.