Mom’s losing her memory, and she’s not always at the top of her game.  She’s up in Wisconsin now, with the local monsterlings, hosting a good Collins Christmas, and I’m not there.  I’m not there, even though I know that she is leaving us, bit by bit.  So this is my homage to Mom. Caroline was the second youngest of her clan, Guy and Martha, John and herself, and Baby

Joe’s Dartblog was the first place to make public the full PDF of the investigation into the sad, felonious and humorous document-destroying activities of the Sandman, released just in time to be buried amongst important stuff like everyone’s heartfelt editorial on the true meaning of Christmas. Having read it there first, I figured everyone had it, but I was wrong: What annoyed me — again, just a little bit —