They’re lubing the turnstiles, sweeping the floors, cleaning the draft lines and preparing to roast hundreds of weenies … and in Indianapolis, there’s a basketball game tonight.
And all we got was this lousy Iditarod of pandering, ward heeling and doltishness.
We’ll make the best of it … no guts, no glory … who put that grow room in grandmaw’s cookie jar? … and so on, and so forth. We’re in. Anyone else? I’m arriving early to show off my legs. Flasks?
Previously at NAC:
Tribune sez: Just say “Steve Price” to using EDIT, TIF riverboat funds to subsidize sewers.
The return of Blevinsian neutrality.
Sewergeddon Monday: Delightfully and wonderfully us, and just as perpetually dysfunctional.