 And then when you come back that way to go to where we lived, you had to turn off to go from the turnpike to Haddon Heights. We were tooling along, listening to music, and I was pretty absent-minded. And we had gone past this turn, and Donna said, I think we should have turned there. I said, honey, I know that's not right. I know where we're going. We shouldn't have turned there. So she went to sleep. And all of a sudden, I saw a sign that said 40 miles to New York City.