Just as an aside/ an old fart tale. In another lifetime I worked as an airline mechanic. One nightshift my partner and I had finished our assignment and sat for a while in the first class cabin. About a month previously he'd told me he was going to quit and move. So I asked him when was the day. He thought for a moment and started talking. For a long time. Telling me that his family, wife, 2 kids and his in-law parents had moved to another country and he was planning to join them. They were moving to found a new town in Guyana a place to give them religious freedom. Yes, the only survivor was his father in law. And the "pastor" was James Jones. Ain't religion grand. Almost make me wish I could. Well I won't say that.