Mizz Jordan, this isn't a game, a sport
Like that outfit-what's the name of that-
'Outward Bound!' the boys called in unison.
We're not comparing ourselves with the Pilgrims
But they brought with them all they could carry
And the people they called Indians
Helped them through their first bitter winter.
You said you brought things.
In what? I don't see even a wagon.
We had one, a brand-new air-conditioned
Computerized, deluxe, Detroit station wagon.
We traded it for our fifteen acres.
The woman was nodding to a technician
Who was waving his hand in a circle.
Did you bring books-oh I see boxes of them.
What about music-portable radios?
I'm afraid we've run out of time
And I haven't talked to the boys yet.
I wonder if you could come to the studio-?
No, no, of course not. I have it-
We'll come back and tape another segment!
Bennett shook his head, smiling wryly.
He was exasperated and confused by her.
Still he kept his temper in check.
The only reason we consented to this interview
Was to let our relatives and friends
Know that we're safe and well and happy.