THANKS, YOU KIDS PARTYING IN THE PARK

Making an unholy racket at 2:45 in the morning today was actually helpful, seeing as I'm back to work at the station tomorrow and that's the schedule I need to be on.

I hope you had a pleasant encounter with the county sheriff's deputy who paid you a visit, also.

Next time, be more mellow and I won't have to call The Man to come hassle you. (That phrasing ought to work with the kids, long as it's 1972.) Pack out your empties and don't drive, and a swell time shall be had by all.

This shall be official Boogerland policy until such time as my daughter reaches her teenage years, at which point all yoots partying in said park will be greeted with a smile by Heinz and Klaus, our twin dobermans.

A MILLION TICKETS

...is how many the state police handed out in 2007. None of these tickets went to the Darwin's-waiting-room inhabitants who went screaming by you zigzagging in their ricers on Route 9 this afternoon.

And apparently not enough of the tickets went to Jim Leyritz to get his attention, either.