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"Rollin' home, rollin' home, at the light of the silvery moon. I'll be happy as a king, believe me, when I go rollin' home": These are the words of an Ol' English drinking ballad. Pete has just rolled Yankee Clipper "heads-up" relative to the north pole of the Earth, and Pete, Dick and I can now see planet Earth out our front windows. We are headed back home, and we all feel like kings.