 He told me, he said, yeah, we used to boom into towns all over the west on the freight trains. We'd jungle up in the flops and wait for something to open up in the forest, in the logging to the north of the wheat harvest, to the south of the Coeur d'Alene, the silver mines over there in Kellogg. And then we'd go down onto the street when the weather broke, and down on Trent Avenue,