Yes, they can

Last but not least (110x28!)

we painted the home of Vera McIntyre, president
of the Lower Ninth Ward Residents Council.

The Varnodo's

At church on Sunday Alton and Minnie Varnodo
asked if we could help them. Their back door,
rotting and left over from the flooding and held
in place with 2 2x4’s, was on its last legs.


They had a new door,
but no contractor
was willing to come and
do such a simple job.
We went to their home, at 601 Betz Ave.,
took out and replaced the old door and frame.

Their furnace needed to be lit too,
but another contractor had miswired it.
We contacted a reputable contractor;
arranged for him to repair the wiring,
light the furnace,
and left $$ to pay for his work.
We heard stories like theirs over and again,
stories of slipshod, over-priced repairs,
and, although we didn’t think we were doing
all that much, our hard and quality work led
folks like the Varnodo’s to stand up in church
and give thanks for us after we left.

Hartzell United Methodist Church

Once under 4 metres of water, it was restored,
had added two big rooms with bunk beds
for workers coming in December
and March Break. The washrooms were ready too.
The kitchen wasn’t---no plumbing was connected.

The Parsonage, Cornerstone Methodist Church

Ready for drywalling, etc., but plumbing and gas line needed fixing. A little yard work would help too.

Pastor Boutee's home

Structurally sound, it had no doors inside, no trim, and plumbing needed. Any chance we could get it fixed up for move in? Sure.

Miss Gloria's House

If your home isn't boarded up and the yard kept, even though you are waiting for the insurance and/or grant to start work on your home, it can be, with two days notice, bulldozed. Miss Gloria's house won't be, now.

Work at Lizardi

We've been home almost a month

and have been a little slow to get up more pics, etc.
Time to rectify that,
but first, here's my excuse.
We've been trying to figure out if we can do this again, soon.
We finally decided we can and will, so we're going back to finish the Lizardi Head Start Center, a daycare with a waiting list of 50 kids.
Our job was to install wiring and drywall, after cleaning the place out, so that an office space could be created.
We couldn't do it, the roof still leaked.
We left Lizardi St. but it didn't leave us. We're going back in April 2008 to fix the roof, put in electricity and plumbing, flooring and drywall and paint the inside and outside. When we're done, it will be ready for the staff to move back in and then, the kids!

Now that it's framed

More reflections

I have always wanted to help when I saw Hurricane Katrina on the news,for that matter any natural disaster.
We feel so privileged to have gone on this building mission with piles of great like minded people.
Eric & I both appreciate the efforts that Cam & company went through to help us make this a great successful mission.
We truly enjoyed the friendly hospitable people of New Orleans and plan on attending again in the near future.
I love trying new foods,alligator is awesome and mustard greens were good to,the peach cobbler was out of this world.
We raised we praised. Destroyed & rebuilt floors & painted a beautiful house pistachio green 110 feet long.
Brings it to life a little more realistic when you see an X on a house with the deaths listed on it.
Did lots of plumbing,boarded up house window holes & wood trim work. Its all of the little things that we did that made a huge difference in their lives. We all seemed to mesh very well together as a group.Even awesome bus drivers.
We cleaned back yards and saw geckos & birds. There was a strange sense of feeling in cleaning up the daycare centre and finding shoes from people that had landed there. I could hardly imagine 12 feet of water consuming our house and living in the attic for 1 & 1/2 days.
Its interesting the differences locals had in meeting us some honked,said thanks for caring,knelt down,some said get lost.
We were proud to wave a Canadian flag on site and to have found & talked to other people from organizations that have been there to help for the last 2 years. It is improving.Nice to learn that local church groups were cooking meals for the homeless that lived on cool concrete under the over passes.
Cool to have met the mayor in person and also see the beautiful garden district of very fancy homes.
Lots to do there is a casino,jazz clubs,shopping from $1-$7000.00 or a nice ride on the street car.Very nice from the every day life here.
If your up for an adventure I'd sure recommend trying it out just once, you'll be hooked too.
Its like Ollie said when your doing God's work you don't get tired even at 80 years young.

Deb & Eric Donkers

Since you asked

http://www.wdsu.com/video/14574293/index.html?taf=no

We're back

Below are some reflections from our weary travelers on the way home. Later in the week we'll get y'all some pictures and more of a commentary on what we were up to all last week, so come back, hear?

It’s tough to type on a bus, so bear with me. This is my second trip to NOLA, and I was affected by what I saw this time as if it were my first experience there. People who live there tell us it looks better. I don’t think it does. I read a book on the long drive back to Ontario called “1 Dead in the Attic”, by Chris Rose. He is a columnist for the Times-Picayune, who spent a lot of time documenting and reflecting on the emotional toll Katrina had on the residents of New Orleans. I want to take a quote from his moving observations. “A time will come when someone asks you, ‘What were you doing about it?’ You can’t tell them, ‘I was just watching it. I was just an innocent bystander.’ Let me tell you something: There are no innocent bystanders in this.”

I am so proud of all of the volunteers from all over North America who came to New Orleans and helped out after Katrina, and I am thankful that Aylmer Baptist Church and our community supported those of us who went there. We weren’t innocent bystanders, and we will never forget.

~Sue Helm~

The best thing about this time in New Orleans was seeing all the birds, insects, dogs and children. We heard children laughing while we were painting Vera,s house for her. People are returning. Anne Foster

We are now only 1 ½ hours from returning to our comfortable homes and safe environments. We were totally unprepared for the assault on our sense of fairness and equality. The vast expanse of devastation was overwhelming. We can all look back on how this experience has changed our lives in so many ways – from new friendships made and old friendships strengthened, to the work accomplished, to the stories we heard. Thanks to all involved for this wonderful opportunity to serve.

Lyle and Sue Jillard

Dave & Lorraine – It was an awesome week, some tears, laughter, new friends in NOLA.

A huge thanks to Cam for all his hard work getting us there and back

safe and sound.

We did so much and at the same time, there is still so much left to do! Saying we’ve finished our job is not even close to true….we’ll be back! Mark, Paul, and Morgan

It is hard to believe that we are on our way home. Just a moment ago we left. It will be good to get back to family, but I feel everyone on the bus has become family. Lots of hard work, some tears and laughter. Meeting Mayor Nagin was great, although it would have been nice to ask him questions. Dr. Stephens took time out of his busy schedule to be with us several times – he is great. This is definitely a life changing experience. All the thanks in the world to Cam for his patience and attention to detail. Thanks to Aylmer Baptist Church Family. Although it will probably take years, New Orleans will come back. We hope we can help again. Diana and Bill Arthur. May Lynn Rochus-Firby

Anincrediblybusylastday

While some of us are determined to stay here another week, we know that part of that is that there is too much to do and we want to do more. But after a week we'll have enough stories to make you want to come here with us the next time.

In the meantime you may want, at 7 pm EST on Friday 9th, to log onto www.wdsu.com and look for a video link about us.

more later . . . zzzzzzzzz

Mt Ararat Missionary Baptist Church

Not much money, not many folks at the core of this congregation, but a vital ministry to the children of the neighbourhood---that's where their money goes. So we are fixing a washroom and part of the kitchen area.

Gifts given and received

This is the house next door.







On Sunday, after church (and church is another story entirely!), we toured around to look at the sights and make plans for teams/materials/etc. But first we stopped at Tammy's house, our small project from last March. She wasn't home, but her dad, Mr. Davis, was. The house looked much the same from the outside, but he invited us in. We wrote about her March 15. What a difference in her home. Those of us who had been there before had trouble seeing through the mist in our eyes, especially as Mr. Davis told us how happy they were and how difficult life continued to be for their neighbours. FEMA no longer picks up garbage, now you pay $800-900 to have waste from your gutted house collected (and no, your insurance does not cover this cost).

Finally a chance to update . . .

November 6 pm

It’s Tuesday and we’ve just returned from a daycare centre in the lower 9^th. Everything seems to be a jumbled mix in my mind, which is a bit reflective of what our group is experiencing. Some of us are having great experiences – some a little less great. You can see the strain on people. In many ways the city is continuing on even when so many are still stuck in post-Katrina mode – not in their homes, dealing with insurance, suffering depression; the list goes on. As expected, the group has been split up going different places to work. Some of are at Pastor Boutee’s house, some at Mt Ararat Baptist Church and some of us at a daycare centre. 50 children are ready to start at the centre as soon as it’s able to open. It’ll be awhile. There’s lots too be done. The last few days though, it’s been amazing how some things just seem to work out. Of course some things haven’t, but that’s for someone else to write about. Yesterday, working to board up a home, we had to find hydro (aka electricity in the US world) to be able to cut plywood. Our first idea, to use a neighbour’s didn’t work, but shortly afterward, a man came along the road & said he had a generator he’d bring back. While waiting for him, some of us started measuring, some started cleaning up the yard – hand mowing if you will. (Owners can be fined $500 for not keeping their yards mowed.) We also then met the back-door neighbour who said he would let us use some of his hydro. We needed a ladder – Diana ‘fell over’ one at the house…add those to a few other things that kept happening with amazing ‘coincidence’. Today, as we started to pile the debris from inside the daycare, a junkman and woman came along and were happy to take away all the metal piping, wiring etc. Cleaned up our pile and helped them as well. It’s amazing how things work. Is it God’s hand or the people of God doing God’s work? Christian Unity (or should I say Cliteal and Diane) are feeding us for the rest of the week for dinner – no small task, when you’re talking 29 people, but that will make logistics much easier (& tastier too) God’s hand or the people of God? Doesn’t matter! It’s still hard to see all of the devastation and I’m still angry – a little surprising because I thought I’d dealt with all of that last time. And life and hope are here; people are returning, businesses are opening, etc. But, there’s still so much to be done – and so many people dealing with so much loss and continued pain, so long after the hurricane. If it were me, I’d curl up in a little ball in the corner and not uncurl for a very long time. Either that or I’d lash out at anyone who came near. God promises “My grace is sufficient for you”. Guess it’s up to all of us to take that grace and do something with it. – Karen Hilliker

November 6, 2007

~Each day greets us with stories of the people that we meet – the people that make this work very personal. I can only share some of what I have gained from the few I have met:

Sunday I was touched by a woman who has now been home in New Orleans for two months but is apologizing for just making it back to worship with her home congregation at Christian Unity. She openly admits to suffering depression and just being too busy with the work of returning. As I can only imagine the many things that would be involved in this work and the overwhelming grief that must be a part of day to day living, I am inspired by her openness and willingness to admit the truths around her road home.

On Monday I met a gentleman who shared his continued struggles on the road back to “normal” life. He was rescued from the attic in his home “only a day and half” after Katrina. He now struggles to rebuild with the wood in his home that was sold to him with termites and ants in it causing repair on the repairs. During our conversation he was still able to laugh and make jokes with us which to me is an inspiration of dealing with life while maintaining joy!

Tuesday brought a gentleman to an intersection at the daycare as I stood taking pictures. He was very willing to share that his son was to have attended the daycare shortly after Katrina hit but since he is now 5 he is at school instead. He had briefly moved to Knoxville, TN but now spends time back here working there and returns to New Orleans to work on his home periodically. He wished us great success as we continued to work on the daycare and looks forward to the activity and laughter back in the neighbourhood.

Each day provides another opportunity for inspiration – I welcome the learning of the next few days and trust that I will be reminded of these friends whenever God sees a need to remind me of things in my life. ~ Deb Siertsema

We're here. The folks at the hotel, the woman in the restaurant screaming encouragement to the LSU Tigers whose football game was on the TV (they won), our waitress, thank us for coming and make us feel welcome. In our evening round of "good thing/bad thing some of us find it hard to come up with a bad thing. We are here with a good list of jobs to do and we are the thankful ones. Especially that with the change in time zones and the end of DST we get 2 extra hours to sleep.

November 3 am

Like all criminals, we prefer to travel by dark. Some of us sleeping fitfully, as though we might get caught and turned back, some of us adjusting better to the hypnotic thrum of the diesel. “Chicago” blurs into a “Little House on the Prairie” clone to be replaced by “A Prairie Home Companion” on the bus’s DVD player. Our minds play tricks on us as we drift in and out of sleep as our imaginations visit the US Midwest while we head south to the Gulf Coast. In Elizabethtown KY we stop so Jim and Mary, our Badder companions move into the Best Western for a well-deserved rest and Phil takes over piloting our bus. Some of us watch the sun rise out the left side of the bus. The rest are grateful to be shaken awake as we pull into Cracker Barrel for breakfast and another warm Southern Welcome. They count how many times we say “eh”.

Sometime Friday night, November 2

Who would have thought our presence would be so unwelcome? And after all the fun of filling out a permit with everyone’s personal information and submitting it to FEMA (thanks to Miriam, sister of Moses, for helping us navigate that process---I hope she gets a break from helping the folks in California) and then onto Customs and Border Patrol (CBP) who granted the permit and our paroles to enter the county.

Parole, what an interesting description for a group of people who fund-raised for 4 months, gave a week of their holidays and gave up time with their families to go and help their neighbours in New Orleans. I guess we comprise a new class of criminal element, volunteers.

So, we got paroled. Eventually. The powers that be at Port Huron CBP had the file immediately but that wasn’t good enough for them. We would all have to be processed individually. It could take an hour per person, and there had best not be anything in our past that would make them want to keep us out. But, gotta play by the rules of the game when it’s their park, right? One agent understood someone was doing a number on us, and kept things light, but still, the possibility of spending the night in their office was not, well, appealing. We called Miriam, and an hour later the power that was came to the agents and said more would be assigned to our bus and we were to be out of there in 30 minutes. They didn’t quite achieve their goal but we only spent 3 hours with CBP, instead of the projected 14. All of us kept our cool and were gracious, doing our best “Paul Gross as a Mounty” imitations.

Watch out

We're headed back! This Friday (November 2). We'll be back with more.

We're heading back

Over 30 people have said they want to go to NOLA with us in November (2-10) to work with Churches Supporting Churches and do some more building!

Plans are afoot . . .

For another trip. We are going back in November with a bigger crew. Stay tuned for more information.
But first, an Aylmer business donated "a few" leftover ceramic bathroom, kitchen, and floor tiles and sundry other things for the folks in NOLA. The Churches Supporting Churches group said they'd be glad to have them for people who could use them, so we went to the warehouse where they were stored to pack them up and load them onto a transport trailer, for delivery as soon as possible. Here are a few pictures . . .

The Storm

Hey Guys...um other day i wrote a song..dedicated to all the new orleans victims and the city in general. hope you like it:)




On August 25th, 2005
The wind and the ocean became alive
They were left with nothing, by their side
Can you imagine, how hard it was to survive

The South is warm
Then came the storm
Residents went numb
The worst was yet to come....

The government said they would assist
When they didnt show up, residents were pissed
They made it sound like, they would give aid
A mans says out loud, hope you all prayed....

The south was warm
Then came the storm
residents were numb
The worst was done.....

18 months later, and nothings rearranged
the people of New Orleans are still short changed
The money to help is no where to be found
But the spirit of the city, will never be drowned.....

The south is warm
Then came the storm
Clean up begins
The city and people win....
X2

END--Writer--Cam Killough--

Sherry's Look Back

We all heard about hurricane Katrina and we all saw the pictures on CNN. We knew about the devastation and disaster. We knew that lives had been lost. What we didn’t know was just how bad things had gotten and how bad they still were.

We were all pretty excited to be going to New Orleans and helping out in any way we could. I don’t think we were ready for the devastation we were about to witness and the wide range of emotion we would go through.

Our first trip into the ninth was shocking to say the least. The houses are destroyed and debris litters not just the street but the whole neighbourhood. Our voices grew quieter and quieter until no voice was heard just the occasional gasp or sniffle. Try to imagine thirteen people in complete silence as we witnessed the destruction. I don’t think there was a dry eye among us. This is just a typical neighbourhood in any town or city. The people were just normal people, our neighbours, friends, relatives. Just every day people living every day lives. Until the water came pouring in and changed their lives forever. Changed who they are forever.

This is not a third world country. This is the United States Of America. Our neighbours. We did not get on a plane and fly half way across the world, we got into a couple of vans and drove down the highway. This should not be happening in this country. It has been almost eighteen months and yet it looks as if it just happened a couple of weeks ago. The water has dried up, but the houses remain destroyed.

We met some very remarkable people who were more than willing to share their stories with us. They needed someone to talk to just to know that people still care and are thinking about them. That is part of their healing. We needed to listen just to have a small indication of what things are like for them. By no means will we ever understand what they went through and are still going through. And yet through it all they can still welcome thirteen strangers and make you feel as though you are friends.

The work was hard, the supplies are limited, and not of the greatest quality, but you make due with what you have. Neighbours share resources and going across the street to borrow a plumber is just like asking your neighbour to borrow a cup of sugar. That’s just the way it is.

Tour buses run through the ninth and people look out the window and snap pictures. Pastor Malcolm was asked how he does not get angry at that and he replied with a smile on his face “At least they are coming. We couldn’t get them to come down here before and now they are coming!” Wow, you are a good man. I had asked another man the same question and he said “you just turn your head and look the other way. That’s just the type of people they are.

Of course politics are involved and not in a good way for the most part. These people have been lied to and let down and yet on the front porch of the house next to where we were working an American flag still flies. I asked someone how do you remain so patriotic to a country that has let you down so badly? He really didn’t have an answer for that but we did see a bumper sticker that did have an answer. It read “I don’t have to love George Bush to love my country” Amen to that.

We also had the opportunity to work on a house for a woman named Tammy. Most of us did not meet Tammy but we sure did talk about her a lot and really had a bond with her. I hope that some day I will have the opportunity to met Tammy, but even if I don’t that’s okay. I feel as though I have. Tammy’s biggest request for us was to remove the X from her front door and to paint the wrought iron surrounding her porch. To you it may seem a strange request for a house that is all tore apart, but for those of us there it made perfect sense and we worked hard to make sure it got done. We were all so excited for Tammy and her family to come home and see the changes even if we weren’t going to be there to witness it. Accomplishing those two tasks were very proud moments for us.

Where do I stop my story? I don’t think I can. There is so much to tell. We did what we could where we could and in Dr. Stephens words, we planted our mustard seed. When you see any of us just ask about our trip and we will be happy to tell you all about it. Just be sure to indicate how much time you have so we know which version to share.

Pray for the people of New Orleans, they still need it.

We're home. Grateful for a return to familiar routines. People tell us we look different. Not tanned. Sadder but wiser maybe? Some people leave their hearts in other cities. Ours are in New Orleans.

Reflections on the way home in the USS Samuel L. Jackson

We've had a wonderful time in Orlando---first time in Disney World. We couldn’t believe the size of the parking lot as the shuttle took us from the airport. Went to the beach---string bikinis are awesome! We all got sunburned. Everyone in the van is looking good in their Mickey Mouse Ears.

-Ron

I went to New Orleans, the city of contrasts. The Lower Ninth Ward was more than I expected, the destruction, even though I read lots about it beforehand. On the other hand, the downtown French Quarter is thriving. With a fair amount of tourists (more thriving than I expected). I saw a twelve foot white alligator! It keeps the number of tourists under control. The people were very friendly and so appreciative of our being there. Their level of appreciation blows me away, even if they don’t live in the Ninth Ward (well, used to live or are hoping to come back to). People in the stores, in the restaurants, would thank us for being there. It was more than curiousity about our being there, it was heartfelt gratitude.
-Anne

Our stay wasn’t long enough---we had to leave too soon. There were lots of things we had yet to do. We spent too much time walking (ed. note, she was the one who always wanted to go somewhere!)! The younger boys were very courteous to me (the older boys apparently were not, ed.) and put up with me being slow. I enjoy painting and was glad that I got to do some and see the results when it was finished.
-Vera

I feel like I am attached to two bungie cords. I am grateful we are on the way home (although it is warm and sunny here in Kentucky right now) and am glad the tension is lessening as I have missed Nancy and home. The other cord is pulling me back toward NOLA, the folks still working there, the folks who are a long way from being back in their homes, the folks who are frustrated and exhausted from fighting the good fight against bureaucracy and against the fear of another storm. I felt like we stood with some of them, and that we were privileged to stand in good company.
-Cam

This makes me appreciate what I’ve got. I loved listening to the people telling us their stories. I really liked the style of houses we worked on---the architecture and design. It’s nice to see another culture that is different from ours. It takes us out of our comfort zone but that’s good. I wish it wasn’t so far away---I’d like to come back again. Everyone was so friendly. We almost felt guilty about being there because we get to go home. I’m not downplaying the importance of our being there. But it feels like we’re getting more than we are giving when we already have so much. They sure know how to feed us! Everyone treated us above and beyond.
-Sue

I’m glad that I went. I was apprehensive about what we would face---work conditions, the neighbourhood. We met some really good people. I wouldn’t have any qualms about recommending someone go down there. That’s my biggest concern, what we were going to face, and now we need to encourage a lot more people to go. It was good to see my wife and daughter work too! (Sue admits it was nice to see Mike working hard too---I say this in the interests of family harmony, ed.)
-Mike

I’m not sure what to do with my feelings from this trip. I’m glad we were able to contribute even a small part through the work we did (and which also included assisting the souvenir trade) I thoroughly enjoyed meeting so many good people. The hope that can only be found through their hope and faith is evident. But…I’m tired (I’m really not used to that kind of physical labour) I’m sad (the destruction and despair is past unbelievable) I’m worried (hurricane season is coming quickly, with safeguards still not complete) and I’m ticked! Ticked because the destruction should never have happened to the degree it did and ticked because the re-construction seems to be all but at a standstill. The only thing that seems to keep it moving at all is where the people of faith are at work lifting up the people of New Orleans in all the ways that count. I’m not sure what to do with my feelings – so I’ll put them in God’s hands to sort out – just like the people of NOLA have had to do.
-Karen

Vera has offered to be in charge of fundraising so we can afford to stay in the French Quarter next trip and so we won’t have to walk so far.

We worked at Tammy's home today. Only two of us met her but she is slightly closer to being able to move in because of us. We did a very little bit of electrical work, repaired some floors and a fence and painted ironwork. Small stuff, but a step toward hope for her and her mom and son. Three doors down another group was working, gutting a home. They had Ontario license plates, and we found out they were with Presbyterian World Youth, from Waterloo! This has been part of the great experience here. There are thousands of young and not so young people working here on Spring Break. We are not a drop in a bucket, we are part of a tidal wave of compassion and hard work and giving of ourselves for the sake of others.

Later we walked through Thomas Edison School.
The clocks were all stopped at 4:03. We could see the floodwater level, over 2 metres deep. On the second and third floor were new computers and textbooks and art supplies and class lists. It was such a shame to see the place so ready and so empty and destroyed.















What was more troubling was knowing the news reports describing the Lower Ninth Ward as a depressed area. This was a nice school in a nice neighbourhood with churches and clinics and stores and libraries and community centres.

Today we wished we had brought our guitars. We saw 3 or 4 good street musicians or bands. A solo guitarist who played amazing riffs. a classic swing band with a clarinet, a high hat made out of plumbing pipe, and trumpet, guitar and an amazing singer. During the evening on the way to dinner we saw an awesome jazz band who played loud and great music. OK, rewind to the morning. We were supposed to be in the lobby at 8:30 but 3 handsome young men did not want to get up. It was just one of those days. Once we arrived at the house we had to board up the windows and finish the sub flooring. Everyone was working till about 11AM when work started to run dry. So the 4 kids went to the abandoned school to play b-ball. It was all going great until Eric got the ball stuck in the roof(no explanation needed). After we were bored we went back to the house and finish the work. The work was diminishing again so Eric and i went to the church down the road. It was crazy to see the water line about 9 feet up on the higher part of the chapel. We explored and saw a bath tub(WEIRD!). we took a couple photos and left to go to the bible study hall and look around. We went through the big glass door and looked to the left and looked to the right. i took 5 steps frontward then turned around and voila! Another basketball! i think god knew we were sad that Eric got the ball stuck.....in the roof. We went back to the house and then looked around and all the women were over at the far house. So Eric went over and I followed. My first near death experience in a long time(and during the whole day....I'll explain in a bit) I walked across and ...i look left and there's a car about 3 feet from me and the girl freaked out. It turns out she learning how to drive a standard vehicle. Just my luck. So i went to go get the basketball from across the street after Treven threw and i threw it back and i started to cross and another car....almost hits me...again. Anyways back in Town and after a 1 hour nap(AWESOME..TILL ERIC BEAT ME UP). We went to the French quarter and went shopping for a bit. We got back and time for dinner. We met Jeff Connor(sorry if spelling is wrong) another pastor and he took us to dinner. It started pouring on the way there so we went to Krystal's(a fast food restaurant). It was SUPER deliciously exponentially awesomely goodly Great. We liked it, We had 3 burgers. Back to the hotel we go and time for devotion, good thing and bad thing and a prayer. Now were sitting in Cam's(SR.) room. It's nice. Yesterday we bought about 10lbs of candy(mom isn't gonna like that) still eating it!:) Anyways I'm sure that's enough detail...aha little to much but the work is going good and we'll see you in 4 days or whatever. Bye!!

From the amazingly smart and good looking minds and bodies of Eric Hueston and Cam Killough!