I’m hoping for a good game.

Yep. It’s Superbowl weekend. After tomorrow, we’re stuck with soccer and basketball. And the rest of February.

No need to cover the balloon story, but it is worth noting that the F-22 finally has two kills to it’s name. Neither one had wings.

 

Links?

 

Future vaudevillians.

 

No word if either driver was Asian.

 

Quai Changs as far as the eye can see.

 

Prolly not a good idea when you sell Native American art for a living.

 

That was close. We have not even begun to mine the entertainment value of Fetterlump.

 

Whoops! Move along, nothing to see here.

 

When I was a kid, mom and dad were big into Big Band and jazz. I remember the first time I heard this song. It was written on February 10, 1941.