I’m about 25 minutes away.
Let us both know when ~you’re~ going.
/patiently waits
Shoot me your info and I’ll pass it on.
I’m not going, sugar. I’m an asthmatic, arthritic lady in my late middle years, and it’s all I can do to defend my house. You’re the tough girl with the leathers and motorcycles and Dobes; you go right ahead, if you like. If you and Dead Corpse want to get together and attack a government building full of cops, be my guest, but I think it will end for you the way it did for John Brown and his men, not far away. The time is not right.