Shit.Frank wandered about the lab space, knocking books off shelves and kicking tables and even smashing a (replica!) Minoan funerary urn. Dammit! Wha... the hell was he supposed to do now?A low beep indicated he had email, and he wandered over to read it, or to SHIFT-DELETE the thing, if the mood he was in right now was any indication. It was from Sepi, his supposed research "partner", though her work so far had been completely unused--His intention had been to at least read what the woman'd had. By the time we pulled the ski boat out of the garage and launched it in the lake, the clouds were dissipating, and the sun came out. We just pulled the boat up onto the beach until we could get the dock into the water. We couldn’t believe what a beautiful, sunny spring day we had to work outside.By lunchtime the only major job left was to assemble the dock in the lake. That is a difficult and heavy job. The dock had to be taken apart and stored each year so the ice forming on the lake wouldn’t. If he was worried, this was a big deal. I asked the station clerk for the telephone number for Fairbanks and called. They were about as optimistic as John. They actually sounded scared.Next door at the Bureau, I asked the Chief if he had any contacts at State level. He said, "Call the Governor's office. She's supposed to be easy to talk to. Tell them who you are and that you will talk to anyone who has power to activate the Guard."I asked him about transportation and he said, "Charter a plane.. Over the years either they’ve shrunk a bit, or I’ve put on a few pounds. They’ve shrunk, I decided. I shimmied into my old pants. They are still very comfortable but now so tight that if I had on a piece of dental floss beneath them you’d be able to see it. However fifteen plus years of wearing them has made the fabric stretch to my contours, so I didn’t feel constricted our bound. Being comfortable is always important to me. If I were to feel as if my clothes were binding, or too tight,.