Just got back from NYC, the belly of the group-think beast. They are in full frenzy of election madness over there, with very few pockets of sympathetic voices. Good thing they don't read the blog there -- they might turn me away at the city gates!

Alane and Da Chimpz are out front sprucing up the spooky graveyard for the looming onslaught of trick-or-treaters. Should be interesting. Photos to come.

Guido and Kay took me to the old Seven Star Diner last night. Not sure what it's actually called now, but that's what it was called years ago when Guido and I would drive up and down Central Avenue, blasting Fishbone, looking for a place to sit down and spend our last few dollars on a cheeseburger deluxe.

No sign of the Weeping Waitress last night. Haven't seen her for years.