Dear Prince Edward Island:
Your geese have arrived in Columbia County, New York, ostensibly en route to Mexico, where they will summer with their pals. I know Canada is a big country, but I still don't know how you managed to create so many Canadian Geese. Every half hour a new batch of 15,000 arrive at our farm, making the skies sound like the psychedelic ending to the Beatles' "Tomorrow Never Knows".
Dear UNC Basketball Team:
You've got no bigger fan than me, except perhaps Rhoda Osterneck. The rest of us here are tied for first place in eternal desire to see you do well, and we live (and occasionally die) with your victories and defeats. So why are you being so blasé this year? I know we're National Champions, but even Caesar didn't rest on his laurels. Perhaps none of us - even you - didn't realize how much we'd miss the eternal combustion engine known as Tyler Hansbrough. I know you'll get it together, but right now, you are a bunch of stories in search of a narrative.
Dear Republican Party:
Please, for the love of god, PLEASE make Sarah Palin your candidate for President.
Dear Readers of this Blog:
We're going to rural Vermont for Thanksgiving this morning, so I shan't speak to you until next week (nor should you be on the internet, for that matter), but I wanted to give Thanks to all of you for making this little pub on the Information Superhighway such a wonderful, well-appointed place over the last 7 1/2 years.
They said YouTube would kill blogs, then they said Facebook would do it, and then Twitter - and maybe they were right, and this is an antiquated means of gathering (or bloviating), but I've come to understand this is something of a happy anomaly. A few thousand unique visitors come here every week, and as of last night, there were 22,028 comments.
To quote Woody Allen, eighty percent of success is showing up, and to quote program, there is immense redemption in being a worker among workers, and for that, I'd like to give thanks to - to quote the South - y'all.