Just Like MacArthur, I have returned.

Yes, I know it's been a month since I last posted anything on this site. It's been a long month, too.

In this past month I've had a bout of pneumonia that literally wore me to the bone with violent coughing fits. I still have a touch of the cough, actually.

We had first- and second-round NCAA basketball playoff games here locally – and I was hired by the Chicago Tribune to write about the University of Wisconsin for its syndicate (a cool gig, actually) – in between coughing fits, that is.

And I've had my brother's wedding to help with. The ceremony was Saturday, actually, and it was lovely. There was much celebration involved, and of course, as the brother of the groom I was left the job of returning everything rented come Monday morning (tuxedos, PA systems, etc.).

Oh, and we invaded Iraq; waged war on the French Fry; handed out Oscars; watched Right-Wing whackos attack the Dixie Chicks and Michael Moore for simply telling the truth; opened the baseball season and watched Sammy Sosa belt his 500th career home run; crowned a national champion when Syracuse beat Kansas; seen the inmates run the asylum in Chapel Hill, where players called for the ouster of their basketball coach, Matt Daugherty, because he was too strict; and we've heard Lisa Marie Presley confess that she really did love Jacko.

Not bad for the last month of Winter.

Now that it's spring and you can actually feel warmed by the sun, and now that the college basketball season is dead a buried for another year, I will pick back up where I left off. If, of course, anyone is left to give a rat's ass.

Other than the rat, that is.

More soon.