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There was a time when my friend Sandra and I would have stayed up all night celebrating the anniversary of my arrival in Barrow. Now we’re lucky if we can stay awake after dinner long enough to get a celebratory phone call in. Getting older is certainly one of the most interesting passages of my life to date.

So the government gives Wall Street and various senate and house pork projects over $800 billion. Now California may want up to $7 billion. I’d like to know where the line is forming for these requests because I could sure use a billion or so to tide me over the next few years.

To all those who listened to the Brian Copeland show this morning, I offer my apologies. I was bumped to next Sunday and they were supposed to announce that but, of course, they didn’t. Show business…the last refuge of the truly rude.

Every Saturday at noon, I get in my car and tune in to public radio’s “Wait, Wait, Don’t Tell Me”. If you’ve never heard this show, treat yourself. It’s hysterical. Anyhow, my routine is to drive to my latte stand, get my daily caffeine allowance and then drive around and explore different parts of Anchorage for the hour the show is on. It’s the only way I can guarantee uninterrupted listening. Since fall is in its last throes up here and snow is rapidly moving down the mountains, I took a route that brought me up through the foothills on

Sunday morning, between 8 and 9 AM Alaska time, I’ll be doing an interview on the Brian Copeland program, a radio show in San Francisco.  If you are really bored, tune in. It’s bound to be at least as interesting as Sunday morning television. And I may be wrong, but I’m going to guess the topic will be Sarah Palin. But that’s just a guess.  Anyway, here’s the address:

http://www.kgoam810.com/listenlive.asp

The Alaskan AIDS Assistance Association (Four A’s) is holding my kind of fund raising event. It’s called the Odd Ball. You set your own date, wear whatever you want and hold it wherever you please. Now that’s my kind of ball. I don’t have to buy clothes, put on makeup, stress over my hair (or lack thereof as the thinning of menopause continues) and, most importantly, I DONT HAVE TO PUT ON A BRA TO ENJOY THE FESTIVITIES. Does it get any better than that? I don’t think so.

I plan to hold my Odd Ball on Superbowl Sunday. I

Thirty six years ago today I first stepped foot in Barrow. I think that says all that needs to be said, don’t you?

The pundits are saying that McCain is falling in the polls but they are still so close that any one little thing could make the difference.  One small disaster could lose it for him. One misstep. One little moment that causes the public to mistrust his judgement.  Hmmm…..vice-presidential debate, anyone?

Instead of giving the money to those assholes on Wall Street, give the $750 billion to every homeowner whose house is about to be foreclosed upon and every sick American with no means of paying for health care. This will circulate the money back into the system, forestall foreclosures, make those bad mortgages good and save the financial universe…except of course for the greedy bastards who got us into this mess and then skipped off with our millions. We should find them and shake them upside down until all the money falls out. Then we take that money and everyone

McCain picked Palin because she’s young enough to know what multi-tasking means and can whisper definitions of new trends like IMs, cell phones, texting, etc. into his ear when he’s stumped and then he won’t look so old and sad. And let’s not forget the vast foreign policy experience she brings to the ticket from her years of watching jets fly over her home in Wasilla. Gee, based on that theory, I’m friggin’ Henry Kissinger.