Taking a night to catch up on my hairy and cranky long overdue correspondence, so the Rambler's going to take the hit this evening. Just thought I'd note that this is Rambler number 660, a number with which to conjure for kids of my generation in the New York metropolitan area.
I know that he's become something of a joke, or perhaps not (I'm still trying to work out if he is or isn't a respected voice in political talk radio), but I don't think anyone who grew up listening to Don Imus in the late 70's and early 80's doesn't still have a soft spot for the man and his cast of characters. It all seems hokey now, but when you're eight years old, the Reverend Billy Sol Harkus (or is it 'Hargus'?). Everything's all right as long as I've got my plastic Jesus sitting up there with my pair of fuzzy dice.
If you know what I mean.