Well, at least it wasn't just me on the hook this time. Nope, my whole freaking family, my closest friends and a few assorted sorta strangers got to take part in the fiasco of body discovery. Reminded me with a twinge of unhappy nostalgia this time about the afternoon Skip Anderson collapsed in my lap at the parade in his honor after pissing off the bulk of Reading's residents with a drunken tirade about how much our home town sucked.

Yup, wasn't alone then, either. Just ...