I know Patty disagrees with me.
I don't know what our Brit, Jackie, thinks.
I don't care what Jim Born thinks.
But here's my take on the Royal Birth (as well as every Royal Marriage, Royal Visit, and Royal Poop).
I don't care.
The British surrendered at Yorktown. The Treaty of Paris of 1783 specifically states (if I recall my sixth grade history) that we don't have to care.
Meanwhile, as I write this, Pope Francis is riding down the streets of Rio de Janeiro in an SUV, thronged by well-wishers, as he tosses free condoms to the crowd. Okay, I made that last part up.
The New York Times reported today that rampant inflation in Brazil (a cheese pizza costs 30 bucks) has folks outraged.
Yes, it is still "The" New York Times. Down here in Miami, the daily papyrus has dropped "The" from its name, so that it's now just "Miami Herald." (I thought they were saving ink but one of my Facebook punster friends said they were cutting "articles.").
Man, I'm rambling today with random thoughts.
I'm so glad the federal courts don't allow televising trials, or I'd spend every waking moment watching the Whitey Bulger case in Boston. George V. Higgins couldn't make this one up. What writer of legal thrillers would ever have a member of the gallery leap to his feat and proclaim "That's a fucking lie!" Well, it just happened.
Or how about this matter-of-fact reporting on the testimony of Stephen (The Rifleman) Flemmi.
CNN.com's coverage is very good, and you can find it here.
What's new? On Sunday night at 8 p.m. Eastern on "Pulp Friction," I'll be interviewing Vicki Hendricks, queen of sexy noir. You can listen and call in here.
Finally, those crazy kids at Amazon are running a sale this week and next. I woke up the other day to find out they've reduced the price of the Kindle version of "The Deep Blue Alibi" to 99 cents. What a deal. You'll find it here.
I'll be traveling the next three weeks, so until then, just assume your usual roles.