A wonderful ceremony so far on behalf of Wes "the Duf" Duffman! Many of you don't know that Duf was... darn near death recently, and he wasn't ashamed to me to admit that he'd had syphilis. Thank goodness he stopped it in its tracks. I must tell you, it takes a lot for a man to... admit where he got it from and how he got it. I must say, if you look at him today, he looks just wonderful. The nose looks normal again, his face has come back into shape, and he's not drooling anymore. It's a good sign. And hats off to Marge, his wife! Because that whole experience there, the two or three weeks she stayed at Trembling Hills has paid off -- no more alcohol or sedatives in her life. But there's so many other things I want to tell you about Duf. Things that maybe you already know. Did you know that Duf spent a good deal of his life honoring a profession that has gone largely unsung around here. The profession, of course, is law enforcement. I know Duf feels this way: too often our feelings are locked in and we feel restrained, perhaps even embarrassed, to actually reach out and touch an officer of the law. After all, they are people, aren't they? So why not stand up and pat them on the back? Reach out and shake hands. Hug a cop! Yeah! Go ahead, I said it! Yeah, that's a wonderful feeling. I am so proud tonight.