CORNER


If I clawed my way out of the doghouse once, I can do it again. If I could only
step out of these felony shoes and address the Comintern in the way I've always
wanted, I would tell them I know a frame-up when I see one. Okay, go to your
corner. For more we go to our meteorologist, David Goodis. I can't escape the
curse of this gypsy blood. Also, just for the record, the honeymoon is over when
I say it is.