 from a social worker saying that he's fallen, he wanders on the roads, and I had to make the tough decision and say, Dad, you're not safe anymore. I'm sorry, but you're coming home with me. So I got him on the plane. I picked him up at the airport in Portland, and he was pretty frail. It was bad, but he was just saying, well, I remember this, I remember that. I was playing his music, his 50s music that he enjoyed.