It was 11AM when Marcy called on our satellite phone, “Turn on VCATS the C130 is landing in a few minutes we are live streaming Hanna’s broadcast ...nd it is live on channel 24. We will record our own production and send in a file.”I sent a message to Andy that the C130 was landing at Morton in a few minutes and it was going to be live if anyone wanted to watch in the meeting room.We listened as a group to Hanna’s lead in and watched the C130 do a smooth by the book landing. The C130 turned at. There before me was a older man, he was cute in his way. He was stunned and had no clue what was going on. ‘Hi my name is Ashley. What is yours?’ The typing of the screen below. ‘My name is Richard. You are very beautiful. I have no idea what is going on.’ ‘Nice to meet you. Your lovely wife has asked me to help her with a little something. Something for your birthday.’ ‘Ok.’ His wife comes into the picture. She was heavy set, yet had beautiful long red hair, she went full out. Kneeling before. Time did not exist. I could have been there minutes, an hour or longer, I do not know. I was not aware of the passing of time.During that timeless interval, a dozen or so men approached me-one at a time-and looked me over. At the time, I knew I was being appraised for something. But what for? Again, I didn't know. I didn't care. Of the twelve or so, three of these men stood out from the rest.The first, I call the accountant. He was tall and thin. He looked me over for what seemed like minutes;. Osgood in?" I asked.She looked up, saw me, and smiled. "Good morning, Sean. How are you feeling?" She certainly sounded friendly enough, not all scowly like she was known to act when she was talking to a troublemaker."I'm doing okay," I said. "It was pretty boring at home, with no friends to hang out with."Her eyes crinkled as she smiled. "Another good reason to come to school every day, right?" Well," I replied, "I guess there had to be one good reason."She laughed, a deep belly laugh that.