Tuesday links and pix, because I’m tired and all I want to do is watch “Game of Thrones” on my iPad, because wouldn’t you?
Flickr isn’t turning up anything good, so I went through my own photo library. Have I used this before?
Yet another Saturday Morning Market shot — a couple of skinny little boys with a very involved mother, singing “Folsom Prison Blues” between market sheds. They didn’t appear to have a busker’s license, and my guess is they were booted pretty quickly, provided the enforcers could get through the layers of awwwwwing fans.
And now on to the links:
Neil Steinberg, the Sun-Times columnist, took note of Ann Romney’s bon mot yesterday with a note of respect:
I thought it was a joke when I first read it. But no. Ann Romney, Mitt’s wife, when asked how she responded to those who said her husband is “too stiff,” really did say “I guess we better unzip him and let the real Mitt Romney out because he is not.”
Satire must bow and recognize a force greater than itself. No exaggeration can improve upon what these people are actually capable of saying. The mind reels.
Meanwhile, Strip Search Sammy Alito lives up to his nickname. Along with his confederates.
A couple of you mentioned going to the Titanic exhibit at the Henry Ford here in the other D (Dearborn). We’ll be doing so as well, and if anyone wants a drinkie or two with the hostess, you just rustle me up.
Something I did not know: “Dixie,” the unofficial anthem of the ol’ Souf’, wasn’t written until 1859. It was written in New York City, of all places, for a minstrel show.