Sorry about skipping Friday. Stuff is happening at this end, i.e., a life, and I was living it — making a thousand phone calls, taking Kate to Brownies, reading “The Known World,” which I recommend to everyone who can do so.
That said, others are doing far better work these days, and you’re encouraged to seek out Lance Mannion and just keep scrolling. I was going to single out individual posts, but the first three I read — on mystery novelists, a walk through a cemetery and “The West Wing” — were so wonderful it’s hardly worth the trouble. Read ’em all.
(Lance and I go way back. I’m sure, if you ask him, he’ll find some really embarrassing picture of me to put up and end his traffic problems forever. I believe he was there the night I stuck Mr. Microphone down my pants [or was it a banana?] and did a show-stopping impersonation of one of our co-workers, but I don’t think he had his camera. BTW, I use “show-stopping” to mean “a hush of horror fell over the room.” Alcohol, source of a million regrets.)
I also liked Richard Cohen’s take on the Pacers-Pistons fight. Certainly it was better than the one I read yesterday in the WSJ, sorry no linkie, that suggested the college football fight the next day was in part inspired by the events of the night before.
Nice work by Pandagon on a Weekly Standard embarrassment.
That should hold you. Have a swell weekend.