 Mary, can't you just see me digging for gold? No, I seem to see you burying it. Well, it's hot here, folks, this week. That's why that joke was bad. For a guy that was in Bordeaux as long as I was, I ought to have my head examined for giving you that opening. Here, Rochester, paste this right up in my scrapbook. Okay, should I indicate your hair with an arrow? That won't be necessary. Jack and the gang are on the road again, and we'll pick up the journey right after this short break.