Seen my keys? My glasses? Or how about ...

This has been my week for losing things. I can see losing a set of keys. I can see losing a spare pair of glasses. But how could I have lost a 26-inch suitcase?

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During last night's downpour, the air conditioner in my bedroom was apparently placed in such a way that the raindrops created a loud PING every few seconds. After an hour of that in the middle of the night, I fully understood the efficacy of Chinese water torture.

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If President Obama had said the Cambridge, Mass., police acted rashly instead of saying they acted stupidly, I don't think such a hullabaloo would have ensued. And the president is usually so careful in choosing his words.

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I'm off to Prince Edward Island for a two-week stay, after spending a night in Bangor, Maine, at the local casino/hotel. Here's hoping I have money left to spend on the island. Chances are I won't be doing much posting for a couple of weeks, so enjoy the summer and maybe find something that's actually worth reading..

Bart and Homer extend their deepest sympathies

I've just purchased a large quantity of the new 44-cent U.S. postage stamps depicting the Simpsons -- Bart, Homer, Lisa, Marge, et al. Just one problem: Suppose I have to stick a stamp on a sympathy card.

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There's a funny song out there by Hardy Drew and the Nancy Boys (great name!) as well as the Corrigan Brothers, titled "There's No One As Irish As Barack Obama." You see, his great-great-great grandfather, or something like that, was from Ireland, although why that would make no one as Irish is still a mystery to me. Anyway, my favorite lines are, "He’s in the White House/He took his chance/Now let’s see Barack do Riverdance." You can find the lyrics and video here. (Click on the second video.)