My husband and I decided he would retire and he died 94. I didn't know what to do with myself. I met a lady in the church and she said, why don't you join us? I work for the police department. I said, I'm in my 70s. I'm told for this. She said, so am I. You get a patrol car, I have 68,000 miles on it, slightly worn seats for somebody else. I had to go to school for 90 days. This way I first got my physical therapy. It was very interesting. Interesting.