The biped took me on several bike rides up and down Commercial Street. You can tell the season is winding down when you suddenly see everyone you know on Commercial Street. By the end of September, townies feel like they might make it down the street in their cars without fighting every cyclist and wandering tourist in Dog's creation. We saw Gerry, Steve, Peter, Scott, Frank, Danny, Mark, Chris, Mary Jo, Michelle, Woody, Rich, Patrick, George, and Louann.
We also saw Maria and her daughter Britney and that baby. It's Maria's granddaughter and I think her name is Amara or something like that. Babies for small chihuahuas are like the boogeyman. They're terrifying. They're erratic and unpredictable. They're also like giants without a conscience. But I do my best to deal with the baby, as long as she keeps herself at paw's length.
I leave you with two tidbits. A column from Gloria Steinem (thanks to Megan for the forward) in the LA Times about Sarah Palin. My favorite quote:
Palin shares nothing but a chromosome with Clinton. Her down-home, divisive and deceptive speech did nothing to cosmeticize a Republican convention that has more than twice as many male delegates as female, a presidential candidate who is owned and operated by the right wing and a platform that opposes pretty much everything Clinton's candidacy stood for -- and that Barack Obama's still does. To vote in protest for McCain/Palin would be like saying, "Somebody stole my shoes, so I'll amputate my legs."
And this fact: Hank Paulson was the assistant to John Ehrlichman from 1972-1973, the period leading up to Ehrlichman's resignation and conviction on conspiracy and obstruction charges during the Nixon administration.
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