When Margaret and I first arrived, in January, I noticed that I kept getting stood up.
"I'm always getting stood on, throwing people off me, and bench-pressing my teammate," said the 5-foot-3 Probst, one of the smallest athletes on the team.
I got to stand by and watch her.
I got to stand by and there was sort of no pretense about it.
"If they tell me I got to stand on a pole and juggle, I'll do that.
Resistance to the Rio Tinto-owned pit exploded in the late 1980s and during a recent visit, I got to stand above the massive hole that caused the crisis.
I got to stand on the observation deck, a catwalk 50 feet above the soundstage, eavesdropping as Bob Bowersox, the host, and his producer tried to decide which side of the bed he should stand on to pitch Northern Nights sheets.
She says, 'What have I done wrong?' and the policeman says, 'Lady, I got to stand somewhere.'" The quintet (I suggest) comprise a guitarist of rock (Knopfler), folk (Jansch), blues (Raitt), classical music (Williams), and, in Lissack, a virtuoso of reverb, tremolo and other tricksy hi-tech stuff.
I got to stand next to her at the open bar - I'll just have a beer.
That meant that twice a month I got to stand on my porch while the neighbors watched us wait for him.
