I'd Be Telling the Same Story if Kerry Had Won

I belong in a cage. Jesus. I just got back from a very pleasant drink/burger with Mark "Bunsen" "Defamer" Lisanti, with whom I've correspoded off and on the last couple years, but whom I'd never actually met. He's a nice guy, and I heartily endorse him as both a person and a blogger. Anyway, as I headed home down Vermont, I saw at the corner of 6th an old man with a sign that read "Not Eat 5 Days." I decided to pull over and give him two dollars. The folks in the car in front of me must have been equally moved, as they stopped to hand him the half-eaten remains of thier dinner, after which the old man crossed himself. While that was happeneing, I made a subconscious decision to only give him one dollar, because I am not exactly flush with the stuff these days. So, after the other car was gone, I rolled down the window and reached across and handed him the bill. "Oh!" he said (more to himself than to me) in his tired, weak, old man voice. "God is good!" He walked off and I drove off. I thought about parking and walking back and giving him the other $3 I had in my pocket, but I ended up just going home. Twenty minutes later, I still feel like a jerk, but to make myself feel better I read this 11-month-old article about Oprah's 50th birthday gala. If you'll excuse me, I'm off to cry myself to sleep.