The Boston Big Beards, I see, won the World Series. I spent last week at a Trappist monastery in Iowa, which is about as far away from things as you can get, so I didn't hear the results till I returned home.
Come January, I will have been a newspaper columnist for 29 years. That also happens to be my son's age, and early on, he was frequently grist for my writing mill. He turned 1, in fact, a month after I started writing weekly in The Coloradoan, a Gannett paper in Fort Collins.
Now that many observers are predicting the demise of the sad, sterile remains of the Republican Party, I thought it might be a good time to revisit my prediction to that effect, which first ran on Feb. 11, 2009, the eve of Honest Abe's bicentennial. It has been lightly updated.
First an invitation: Tonight (if you're reading this on Oct. 2) I'll be talking about my new book, Unfinished Pentecost: Vatican II and the Altered Lives of Those Who Witnessed It, in the Veterans Room, second floor of the main library, at 7 p.m.