May you find El Dorado this week, members, that most elusive and fabled of hot pursuits. Preferably, you’ll find the version of freedom Dizzy Gillespie sang about in ‘Swing Low, Sweet Cadillac’: I looked over Jordan, and what did I see? / Comin’ for to carry me home / Oh, an Eldorado, comin’ after me / Comin’ for to carry me home. Said transport awaits so long as you avoid the folly of Sir Walter Raleigh, who, in 1616, after spending 13 years in London Tower for political disfavor, bargained with King James for his freedom by promising to find the Venezuelan “City of Gold” for the crown. Alas, the trip turned wormy, Raleigh’s crew attacked the Spanish outpost of Orinoco, and His Majesty bowed to pressure by Spain by beheading the poet and explorer. Point being, getting freedom ain’t complicated and it ain’t a bargain. When you see the sweet glow, just get in that Cadillac and ride.