 Born and raised in Queensbridge Project. When my grandmother got up in her 80s, 89, I remember back in the day, we had to wait for her to come over to our house. We'd wait for Ms. Mack to come over before we could eat Sunday dinner. My mom should go get her. And my father had to wait. We all had to sit and wait. Ms. Mack come to the house. Hey, Ms. Mack. Lovely. I mean, lovely. But when she became senile, when she had the dementia...