Tomorrow my first (and so far only) wife and I shall wing our way back to The West, borne aloft upon our hopes, our dreams, and a 737. And Monday I will again embrace my work, joyously fulfilled by catering to the informational, educational, and recreational needs of the Pocatello Populace, bless their hearts. And Monday afternoon I shall wend my way to Chubbuck, battling the elements all the way, subjecting myself to snow and cold, to ice, to other drivers, in a vain attempt to Keep The Consortium Together just a bit longer.

Fortunate Amos, to hear such music!