Gotta give credit where it's due: if I wake up at 4 a.m. in a NYC hotel room, it's very unlikely that I'll be able to find an open newsstand anymore. And the few bodegas that run 24-hours -- I don't want to drink their yecho coffee anyway.

So it's nice to know that here at Berea-Rose the WSJ hits my driveway before 5 a.m. -- today I was all set up in my back room with hot coffee and a crisp newspaper by 4:30. That's living.

The weather is finally breaking around here, with temps going into the 40s yesterday. We broke out the Nerf and hit the street to toss it around. Then I got Da Chimps' bicycles into fighting shape and they rolled around a little while longer. Might even make it to 50 degrees later this week. In the Cleveland area, that's as good as August.