 I come out of my father's shop. My father was a shoemaker, a cobbler. He had his own business. Now, you grew up in Harlem, right? Yes, sir. Okay. Are you still in Harlem? No, I'm in Atlanta, Georgia right now. Oh, okay. Okay. So, anyway, I'm looking across the street, and I see all the white folks leaving, packing up, man, and they getting out of Dodge. And I'm, you know, I'm young. I mean, I must have been about seven, eight years old. And I said to my father, I said, Daddy, where are you going?