Dubya to the Tee to the Eff.

The Pennsylvania Lottery's new mascots.

Get your mind out of the gutter! Those mascots are severed fingers, not what you're thinking!

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I survived the first big event of my 20th reunion weekend - the Homecoming football game and the after-game party at the Warehouse Cafe.

Whatever cliquishness there was in high school had vanished by the 10th reunion, and by now had been obliterated. I stayed at the game until the end, even though it was a blowout win for us, with a bunch of other football players who wanted to watch the whole game.

We took over and closed down the bar, and everyone had a good sense of affection for each other, even if we weren't in the same social groups, classes, or activities back then.

I'm looking forward to tonight - we have the Hard Rock Cafe in Pittsburgh rented out!

I met hopita and *some* of her cats yesterday for coffee - the big ones didn't want to come out and see me. Opie, the old sick Siamese, was one of the friendlier ones.