By the time we got to Durham it was too dark to distinguish forms from background.  We'd have to wait to do the piece.  This allowed us an evening to think about how best to tell the amazing story of local people choosing NOT to make a war of everything. 

  "He'd said that?" 

  "That it's a war on everything?" 

  "Like everything everything?" 

  "I don't think it's what he meant." 

  "He said it." A woman took a posture that was akin to issuing orders.  People in the group place stood and began to leave. 

  "Wait." Another woman said.  Some left anyway.  Some slowed to hear why wait.  But the facts of the situation were so outrageous to normal there was no way to just plop out "the evolving" without answering a ton of questions.  And the questions didn't come in a ton at first. 

  "Did you see it?"  Late into the night two people were debating what was seen in the binoculars and camera lens. 

  "It's like the building looks closer in that.  Is the zoom-on?" 

  "Brother I do not know." 

  Just miles away as the crow flies...

  "It's like the mecca of venues!"  

  "It's also a historic site." 

  "The stadium?" 

  "Yeah, this whole area was

  "They're ready for us." 

  "Did you explain we're not barging in?" 

  "Yes," said the man with the briefcase.  "And the response was that they're not barricaded." 

  A cellphone rang.  "Hello." 

  "We're six on this call." 

  "Okay.  Who first?  Please say your name before you talk so the Conference call recorder can take good notes." 

  "Cool, cool.  My name is Sara and I'm one of the Representatives from another State shtuck here in this beautiful State but needing to get home." 

  "And this is David.  I'm in-between-jobs, but was on some sort of Local Tourism committee meeting-sort-of-thing when

  "Flights got grounded people.  And this is Sam.  Sam Mulligan.  I was working at one of the airports and got brought on a bus to this place."