Woke up from a nap this afternoon to the screech of tires. Walked outside to see what appeared to be some Twin Cities version of high fashion discarded on the crosswalk in front of my house. Is this what they mean by "Favre's pants on the ground?"
In other oracle-related news, Michael Homan secured dirt today from the Mississippi home of an aging Free Range Wrangler. It will become, he says, the foundation of something potent.