I really don’t have anything to say in this column. I know that is hard for you to believe, but I am doing my editor at The Facts a favor and getting him early columns so he can go out of town to attend a wedding. The least I can do for him and The Facts. After all, they have put up with me for the last hundred years.
I could talk about Bentley, but he hasn’t done anything cute to tell you about. And Peter is the same ole, same ole. And that’s a good thing! So I’m just as dull as ever.