 when it was raining because he was afraid lightning would hit the spikes. Okay. So we had on our hat, we had a picture, like a drawing of TASB with the lightning hitting it. And so I tracked down TASB. He was living in Plant City, Florida. And I wrote a call about him and he was very thrilled to do it. And all of a sudden Badger Angelos say, you got to have fly him on your bitch enough. He's flying TASB up in Florida. I'm going to try out a ceremony for his pitch. Never going to do any. And sadly, Mr. TASB died.