Today I’m attending the funeral of my former boss, mentor and one of my best friends who died early last Sunday morning. This will be followed by the traditional Irish wake and bar brawl thereof. I may not have a chance to post again until this weekend — later if I can’t raise bail money.
Until I get back, try to negotiate your way through this Sarah Palin corn maze in Ohio. What would possess a farmer to make this? Maybe one night he was awakened by a voice that was whispering, “If you build it, she will…” — oh, nevermind: