Junior is off to visit his kinfolk in Minnesota today. That means leaving from either Rochester or Buffalo (Buffalo, I think; flights from Syracuse are ridiculously expensive), so Granny got up in the middle of the night to pick him up and take him there. So I reckon that means I have most of the day to myself, since even when she gets back, I suppose she’ll probably want to take a nap. So I guess I should probably get some quality time with the XBox.

In other news, for some reason I started wondering if Monty Hall is still alive. Happily, he is. And so is Carol Merrill (I think they both look pretty damn good, too; they’re not exactly spring chickens, though Monty’s about 20 years older than Carol, so I give him the “best preserved” award).

Sadly, Jay Stewart passed away in 1989. A sad story, that. His daughter committed suicide in 1981, and apparently Jay – despite finding Jesus and getting tight with Pat Robertson – never got over it. He hit the bottle pretty hard, and wound up shooting himself in his car park. 🙁 You folks of a certain age will know who I mean. You younger folks, I envy. I wish I was too young to know who Jay Stewart was.

Have a good day.