My money's on the bird. And I'd gladly pay the price of admission.

Right now I'm back from a barbecue at the boys' school. I got grill detail, so I left the event with a fine coating of grease and smoke that needed to be washed off.

Now that I'm showered, I have that fresh feeling again. And a glass of Pimm's -- which is crap, but Guido bought it a few months ago thinking we could drink it and be more British. Not sure why that was appealing to him. We opened the bottle, drank some, and promptly found something else to drink (Top Job or sumthin'). So I've had this bottle since then and I've been trying to kill it; I just now poured some out and noticed the address on the label: 78 Marylebone High Street. It sounds familiar -- I think my hotel was on that street last time I was in London. Which would explain the stink. And the squalor.

I heard on the radio this morning that an administrative law judge in New Jersey has declared "Ladies Night" specials (free drinks for women, not for men) to be an illegal discriminatory practice -- no different than charging higher prices to members of different races or religions.

Am I the only one left in the Northeast who sees a fundamental difference between Ladies Night and Jim Crow? How did we come this far from reality? I'm so glad I'm not a lawyer--

Oh, wait...