 Oh yeah, I'd say, swallowing back the hard lump of foul-tasting virgin tears congealing in my throat. The best. Watch the tram car, please. Listen to this music. Don't you feel like you're going to round the corner and you're going to see Joe Pesci beating someone to death with a baseball bat? That's all I can think about. It's a song called Wildwood Days. Do you hear it? Wildwood Days and Wildwood Nights. Yeah.