Remembering this song, during consolidation #1, listening to it with Andrew Porter.  & it felt great to let off some steam, scared as we both were that we might not get to return to our sites.

And now, typing that, I remember listening to Ben Porter--in the midst of his gay Confederate and Yankee porn thing-- call home (for the first time ever, I think) and say to his family:

"We will probably go home now, but I am pretty sure we won't be here 1 year from now".

And he ultimately was right. : (

I didn't want him to be so, but I felt like he spoke the truth. And as expensive as this was for us to be there, Consolidation #1 at a five-star resort in the middle of nowhere, I didn't think it was something we'd do every three months.

But it was great fun to see Associate Press each week and then burst out: Don't be afraid... No! like in the song.