IT WAS POSSIBLE, though always something of a near thing, to perform one of these shows back at the soi-dissant Impact Arts Hub, so long as Dr. H. Owll could get past the fiendish Kisi App, the computer hurdle that blocked the door. Sometimes a person coming or going would allow us into the building when this App (frequently) failed us-- sometimes, not. Always, always, such a distracting headache and trauma of just freaking getting into the by-our-Lady building. Yet that was the hurdle we had to jump. And, as difficult as it was, at least back then we did have the potential to do a new show. Then the Impact Arts Hub imploded, running away with the family silverware. And shortly after, COVID 19 swept through and ended our live participation, beginning for us the current Era of Re-runs. Supposedly, as of May 7th, we will do an entirely new, non re-run show. Supposedly. Dr. H. Owll says if that happens he'll be a baby-blue crawdad. Time will tell if this Crustacean metamorphosis into a blue-tinged member of superfamilies Astacoidea and Parastacoidea will indeed be prompted by future events. For now, enjoy the diminishing echoes of this Blast from our RV Past, which may even be the penultimate re-run in our quiver-- before we reclaim our rightful domain.