 That's why I'm worried about him when he goes for a walk on the Brazilian hardwood bridge. He looks at the water. I don't know. Splash. There's Tommy. Were you surprised, Gene? No, I'm not surprised. Well, just on Friday, he told me about Mrs. Maresco in Staten Island. I knew he was going that way. 438-9776. Oh, Tommy. I'm sorry. We threw your letters off the bridge, and Tommy went in to fish them out. Whew.