Here Come the Judges!

Hey, Pennsylvania. Yes, you Southeast Pennsylvania ... as we roll into the final weekend before Election Day, we all have so much on our plates. The World Series and Halloween add to the hubbub and hoopla of daily life. I'd just like to ask a minute of your time to consider Montgomery County's Republican slate for the big swoop of judgeships voters will be filling Tuesday.

Please remember our "magnificant seven" -- Wendy Demchick Alloy, Carolyn Tornetta Carluccio, Patricia Coonahan, Joanna Cruz, Garrett Page, Gary Silow and Kelly Wall. Please be sure, too, to vote for Joan Orie Melvin for Pennsylvania's Supreme Court.

And, of course, please speak up if you have any questions, or know of anyone who would like to vote and might not be able to make it to the polls.

Thanks. Back to baseball, y'all.

Rolling Stones - You Can't Always Get What You Want - Live

Seems the perfect song for the night. Let's get what we need, y'all.

Elvis Costello - Pump It Up

How about we keep it lowkey tonight, Elvis -- and PUMP IT PAST BELIEF for Game 1? Ride it all the way to Election Day. Thanks for tapping this, Tara Baney!

A Witness Tree Will Live On

I commend this simple and moving story about Anne Frank's beloved -- and now 150-year-old -- chestnut tree to your morning reading list.

Back on Track ... and Thinking About Derailing

Two growing thoughts swim in my gourd, unbidden.

One: I am oddly smitten with the urge for healthier food. Real cravings. Grains, beans, vegetable curries. I am hit also with the occasional revulsion for meats. For me, it's odd, odd, odd. Something my doctor would love, too, given my zaftig form and dairy obsession. (Mmmmmmmm ... my illicit love of cheese remains unhealthily strong.)

Two: I have been tempted to shift my blogging to something a bit more culture, less political vulture. Since I've been on near hiatus I've slapped up only occasional links to music and quick links to news pieces. I don't like neglecting the blog, but I must say I like forcing myself to post music and food much more than I want to forcefeed rants down readers' throats. Thus, I'm taken with healthful food and sweet, sweet music. Both deserve more time and space: both will get it from me.

I suspect I will either crosspost between here and a new, more focused, blog once my current writing course is done -- or abandon this addy altogether for new digs. If Bottlebee is willing, I may pull up stakes and move across town (say, to WordPress or TypePad). If you'd like to follow, just give me a shout.