1965. One of my least evolved relationships was with Saul, my first husband. His dimpled cheeks and large, almost bulging eyes gave him a perky Jiminy Cricket look. His mother claimed his I.Q. was at the genius level. My mother thought he was nice.
There is a decided shift in citizen rhetoric this week centered around Tuesday's debate and the decision by the McCain campaign to fully submerge itself in the gutter. Interestingly, with a comfortable padding, OTB readers seem more inclined to offer criticism of Obama as well.