One-liners

Somebody keeps stealing my newspaper. Three times since we moved in 12 days ago. While I appreciate the fact that people want to see our work bad enough to steal it, keep your stinkin' hands off my paper!

Had the kind of weekend we hoped for when we moved. Neighbor kid's birthday party on Saturday (highlight: Party guest stung by scorpion; paramedics called. No serious injury); friend comes over on Saturday night, brings beer; family goes to (admittedly somewhat chilly) beach on Sunday. All in all, a great 48 hours.

After Sept. 10, 2001, I'm leery about declaring a lull in the news world. So I won't do so; I'll keep my discussion topics strictly to sports for the moment. A name to file away for the future: Michael Vick. He's the Mr. Excitement the Falcons thought they were getting 13 years ago when they drafted Deion Sanders.

Only 24 shopping days until Christmas. I'd like an extra-large can of Motivation, wrapped all pretty under the tree, so I can pull it out on Mondays and use it when my weekends are too good.