"The fight was far from over. In fact, the party was just getting started and we were simply changing records for the next dance with death," he says. "With all the noise I had to shove the radio handset damn near inside my ear to hear what Covey was trying to tell me." The good news is that some of the yellow smoke had finally made it its way to where Covey could see it. But the bad news was we were nowhere near the NLS.