 It is a lovely little piece right there. And I only bring it up because my very first nonfiction book, Sin in the Second City, which was about two sisters who ran a brothel in Chicago, they also had a gold piano. And when their house shut down, nobody knows where that gold piano went. So I like to think in my mind that the gold piano from the Everly Club somehow ended up in George Remus's mansion about 20 years later. And I'm just, that's my story and I'm sticking to it.