 I can tell you the Alzheimer's was there. There were days he knew my name, and I was with him every single day. There were days he knew my name, and there were other days he said, oh, the tall guy. He just couldn't grasp my name. Did he know he couldn't? Did he know something? Yeah, he seemed to be aware. He had written that letter already, right? No, that was the next year. That's when I left at the end of 93. I've said frequently.