From ADRIFT AT 60: WHITHER THE ENSIGN? by Ira Curdlebaum p. 765

.... some calling Nelson a triumph, others cautioning the role was just one more pot hole on the long road of meaningless television output. Waste or not, it ended, and the Semitic entertainer once again found himself back in Nyack with the cats and the bread. It certainly seemed that when the smoke cleared from the Bourne firestorm, there was nothing left but ashes and a few old call sheets. Meanwhile, his pals were off on their own pathetic excursions. LCG, squatting in some hovel of a trailer out in Siberia, seethed over mis-treatment and incompetency from the crew of yet another crap TV thingy. And our friend the CMDR, aka The Fat Stooge, prepped his scenes as a mad scientist for a few days of work in something the title of which has never been spoken out loud. Winter may be ending, but for VARN, Atom, and Smoke, the cold bitter days were just beginning.