Tomorrow morn I shall sail away into the sunrise, arriving at my destination late at night.

That's right, Shame. I'm finally coming for you. I've had it with your mouthing off, your insults, your over-all stench, you blot on humanity. Pick out your gravesite because you're going to need it. Soon.

Since I'll be passing through Chicago both ways I might as well do Chonga as a side trip.

Both of these are "pro bono" jobs.