 Windows to Heaven. That's what your authors are incredibly like, and God bless your family. And for this author this evening, I want to give a blessing to her for all the blessings that she's given other people tonight, previously, and in the future. In 1962, we moved into what I consider just a phenomenal house from the inner city of Chicago with a wood-burning stove and only a toilet, and most of the neighborhood had their toilets and hallways.