Where Have You Gone, Rock Hackshaw (A Guest Column by Roscoe Conway)

A nation turns its lonely eyes to you.

I hope that Hackshaw's absence on these pages is explained by a combination of altitude sickness, jet lag and a bad plate of scallops au gratin at Shelly's reception.

We're at Day 3, and so far I've outposted Hackshaw by both item count and word count.  Not only that, I've got a direct pipeline to a voting member of the New York delegation.  Pretty inpressive performance, if I do say so myself, for someone who's a real-life version of Vinnie Antonelli here in New York politics' version of WitSec.

When can I expect my $460?