Now that the Hurricane has almost fullfilled it's plan, I can reveal the secret ruthlessness that allowed me to pursue this. I kept my "smog pumps" in perfect working order when I lived in California. I joined the "drys" in Florida. I love sailing. I developed 3 dimensional tactics for missile armed fighters with after burners and Mach 2 top speeds. That puts me in a league with the Royal Aircraft Establishment and sullied by the Government Torpedo factory in Alexandria, Virginia. It makes Ronald Reagan the only person who would listen to my opinion. I am barred from the Tuskegee Airmen meetings by a coughing, choking Sargeant at Arms who knows me by sight even when I brandish my firearm, proudly. He knows the difference between a Stoner and a Browning even if they both say Colt on them. I have had aromatic Eucalyptus trees in my yard even while banning seething smoke from pitchy pine logs in campgrounds and in writer's cabins on the lakes in Canada. "Blessed are those who maintain their smog pumps for they shall erect great freeway noise barriers and ban smoking in Miami restaurants and in NASCAR advertising." "They shall sit on the Redevelopment Authority and smile knowingly at powder coated restoration and upgrade parts." "They shall be known by a generation of barristers and solicitors as Counselor even as they walk into a Catholic Church for a wedding."