 It took an enormous toll traveling those 300 days a year that we were talking about. And in good days, it was traveling by Pullman sleeping car in bad days. It was a beat up old bus or a jalopy that was falling apart. It was getting to a hotel and realizing that you either had to keep the lights on all night to keep the bugs in their crevices, or you had to actually put newspapers under your mattress. So the crinkling sound,