i had three layers of clothing over my badge. and i had no light. it was perfectly pitch black. i had no flashlight with me. as they say, you go to work with the back that you have. staff that you have. [laughter] good point. so there i am with my 15- pound briefcase, which probably looks like a satchel charged in the dark to the secret service. i am completely good. hooded. white parka happens to be black. there are no lights, and i am close to the vice-president. first, the secret service guys are really good shots. second, the shop will light the wick and neighbors. so i will be dead the shot will likely wake the neighbors. so i will be dead. and a failure. i do not mind being dead. but i did not once said that i have not done the staff work. so i decide that the only thing to do waiting in the snow with my parka and satchel was to sing loud enough so i do not settle startle the secret service, but not so loud that i wait the neighbors. but what do you sing? th