Oh, I'll be here, Nick. Only thing that would chase me out of here is the same sort of antics that drove me out of the other place. You know the saddest part of it all? None of it was directed at me. If it were directed at me, I would have stayed and fought, but it was seeing it happen to those around me that made me run for the hills. It was seeing that behavior praised and encouraged that sickened me. It was seeing not one single voice other than mine raised in protest of such injustice. My stomach is still churning over it. Kate