Yeah, I'm feeling the Gleichschaltung... It was thick-blue-line in mid-town yesterday. Happens a lot when the circus comes to town. For some reason, the hotel across the street is often selected to be the menagerie. Clinton visited most often, locking down the streets and snarling the traffic. Bush came at least once -- I remember the curbside holding pens filled with jeering protesters. They were some angry people: it was around the time Bush choked on a pretzel. So the protesters were holding up big pretzel signs. Get it? A little joke about hoping he'd die of asphyxiation. Funny. (Can't make jokes like that today or you might make Nancy Pelosi cry... or at least choke up.)

Anyway, I escaped the city with only subway delays on my way to Astoria to hang a few minutes with Andre and pick up the obligatory black and white cookies on my way to LGA. Got home after dark, but not so late that I couldn't help Cookie with his science homework. But I was hungry -- so I grabbed that stub-end of the cheese block and a few slices of genoa salami. I ate while leaning over his shoulder and checking his work. By the time we were done he was waving me off complaining that I was talking to him with cheese breath. Or maybe salami breath. Both, really.

And just a couple of quick questions about Cleveland airport. First, why does Terminal C smell like urine? Second, why is Terminal D in the next county?