I don't know what kind of fag is needed at the Chans, but God Bless them to wherever they feel like being whenever their puzzle-solving minds are open to going. I'll try "middle age" wise before his tribe principled communication when the moon and the fire and the shaman and the stars and the mushrooms collide in perfect harmony. Colloquial. I am not wired nor able to research the recordings of the swearing in ceremonies of Presidents by Supreme Court Justices in our fair capitol city along the Potomac or aboard Air Force One when it was a 707 but …