 My brother calls me. Supposed to be retired. Finally gets out of the military. Finally gets all of his disability pay. Finally retires. Gets a new house on top of the world. And at 4 o'clock, 3 o'clock in the afternoon, instead of being out in the golf cart playing pickleball, paddle tennis, or something else, having drinks with somebody else, watching sports on one of the restaurant TVs on top of the world, he's calling me and telling me about Donald Trump. What kind of retirement is that? I don't want to know about Donald Trump when I retire.