I apologize for not checking in sooner, Mom, but I was with the Mayor-elect this afternoon and spend the morning getting ready for his visit.

No one, I'm certain, is at all surprised about the behavior of Shame McBride. A real man would have strode up to the lucky man, shook his hand manfully, and said, "Congratulations! I hope your life together will be bright and happy." A real man would sit around drinking and puking on himself, living off his older brother. A real man would take his disappointments in stride. But then, we're talking about the infelicitous Shame McBride here.