Where is our Chaplain? Just when we need him the most ... to console us as we are being baptised in the chilly waters of Beta.
Perhaps he is buried beneath three, or so, feet of snow and without electricity, too. Up state New York can be hazardous this time of year.
Or maybe he was dining at Jay's when the snow began falling and by the time his meal was served all the roads where closed. What ever his plight, we must rally and come to his rescue.
I am told that there are 40 million of us here on the vine. That should be enough to rescue Enoch.
We need snow plows, snow blowers, snow shovels, snow shoes, snow bunnies, snow balls, snow men, and snow women.
Let's go rescue our Chaplain.