The book came out yesterday! I stopped everything, got my copy and joined the Team on their next adventure. Why not? I’ve been doing it for so long now, I’m a tad disappointed I never get a mention of my involvement. No honorable mention for me! I don’t really care, mind you, but there are days a retired Sub Sailor like me wouldn’t mind doing a deep dive and gurgling the watered air bubbles as I was going down with the Team. And that brings me to Cap’s latest and greatest. The times we’re in are dangerous and there’s a lot of “old” guys and gals who’ve been there, done that and they see the peril we’re in as a country. What can we do? Cap comes along and does battle with an enemy meaner than him. All we can do is cheer him on. But, I want to participate again. I’m still viable, trust me! If Disco can ramrod a Huey or a King Air, move over! If Singer can plant his Lapuu and rattle the rounds into the bad guys…well, you get the idea. That’s what this book did for me. I was there. I pushed myself as Clark pushed, and dammit I powered that Porsche up PCH with my Toy Poodle and gal, laughing before having lunch outside Santa Barbara. I was the Phantom, an uninvited character (trust me, I am) and I had a blast. I came h9me a hero again. Thanks, Cap, for the ride. It was glorious and at 75.5 years of age a pleasurable joy.