Well bothers, in an hour I'm off to Easter dinner at the inlaws. Nasty 'hood in a big city. We're talking lossa drugs and drive-bys here, if you get my drift.
I'm going kilted...tux shirt, bow tie, jacket.. the works. (Yeah, I know; not the fromal stuff before 5:00....but hey, this is Easter, and while I'm a heathen, the folks aren't, and I respect their holidays).
Anyway, wish me luck. If it doesn't go well, it'll likely be on the late news.