My wife went to Clarion. We would always check out the Loomis and then breakfast at some place that had everything named after law words. And one time I opened her front door to her apartment and Ed Rendell was standing right there, which seemed so odd. I guess he was meeting his gang of people before the ALF festival. He sort of looked at me like hey man, don’t heckle me or something and I just remember saying Hey Ed, and closed the door.