In uncertain times fear only magnifies possibile problems.
Let us prey...

THE LORD SPRAYER

"Our Father, Richard in Heaven,
Harold be Thy name.
Thy King Dome come,
Thy Will be dumb,
On earth, as it isn't Heaven.
Give us this day our jelly bread,
And forgive us our dress patches
As we forgive those who dress bass against us.
And lead us not into Penn Station
But deliver us from Evel.
For Thine is the King Dome
And the powder
And the glory for river."