Typically, the cook coming on deck to tell you he can't do his one damn job would be a carceral offense. But there are sometimes extenuating circumstances...
Cyber was in Chicago the day the big storm was there, then he was a DJ on a station in Michigan the day of the Fitzgerald going down. He remembers it distinctly. Constant bulletins on the UPI wire were alive that day.
Thanks for the memory. I didn't remember it at all.