Someday, when The Farm grows old and we all go our way, a documentary maker will remember us fondly, wonder what became of us, spark a hide-and-seek among the glitterati for remenants of our existence, subpeona Google's 50-year-old cache just to find an Interview we once did with a young Manhattanite...

Who we kidding, we'll be lucky if this Wilfred Brimley farts his bran cereal wind our way.