Our faith in the perfidy and idiocy of the administration has been richly rewarded! What better way to celebrate this, our 900th post (!), then with the return of our beloved Georgie to our staff! It’s been hell here without you, Buddy. Yes, George Santos has been freed. There were tears in our eyes as we stared into the empty Owl Chatter fridge, soon to be brimming anew with diet sodas of all stripes and stars. Take a few days to celebrate and settle down into life as a free man again. Then hurry back, big fella. We love you!!

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Spirits ran high at the No Nudniks rally in New Providence NJ. Who’s this young lass?

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Good Michigan win today over U. Washington. They have a quintet of easy games on the schedule and then the big one, Ohio State on 11/29. Don’t let your sweethearts down, fellas.

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Here’s a story from tomorrow’s Met Diary. It’s by Robert Plummer.

Dear Diary:

It was years ago and my wife and I were on our honeymoon. We hailed a cab near Central Park. I heard a trumpet blaring from the radio.

“Nice music,” I said.

“Harry James,” the cabbie said. “He’s the best. I play a little trumpet and I can tell you that it’s the lip that counts, and nobody has a lip like Harry James.”

“How about that?” I said. “I’m from the town in Texas where Harry grew up, and I actually took trumpet lessons from his father, Everette James, when I was a kid. I’m a fan of Harry’s too.”

We had the usual “it’s a small world” conversation and discussed some of the great Harry James hits.

After arriving at our destination, we paid the fare and began to get out of the cab.

“Wait,” the driver said. “One more thing.”

I thought we might have left something behind.

“You’ve got to tell me,” he said. “Did he say it was all in the lip?”

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Tired now. See you tomorrow, Chatterheads!