Mitt Romney doesn't need Sarah Palin as a running mate. When he gets tied down on the roof of his car he can see his living room from his new elevator device on the side of his mansion. One has to wonder whether his great-great-grandfather ate cookies from 7/11 and how many wives he might have had. Of course Mr. Romney so often misses the point. When asked about what he thinks of France, he reminisces about the Invalides, the Luxembourg Gardens and the Louvre without mentioning his days as a poor Mormon missionary in France. That's what people want to hear, stuff they can identify with; not the talk of multi-mllionaires. We have to remember--Robin Hood stole from the rich to give to the poor and Romney will steal from the poor to give to the rich. It's not all his fault: he drinks too much tea with you know who.

Hemingwaysl--spies

There was an interesting program on television tonight (105 Comcast Cable in Branford, Ct.) which featured a naval intelligence officer and historian speaking to a group in Washington about the purported spying activities of  Ernest Hemingway, his brother, Leicester,  and his son Bumby during WWII. Apparently all three worked with the O.S.S., while the great American author signed up for a brief stint with the KGB in  Cuba. If that doesn't have you laughing, Ernest used his fishing boat to take on Nazi submarines with hand grenades provided by Russian intelligence. Apparently, there is proof that this is true, although I prefer to think of him in Gertrude Stein's circles, dropping Madeleines down the proverbial hatch.