2004-06-08 - 9:40 a.m. If you're feeling a little weirded out by all the glowing tributes to the Gipper, remember you're not alone. Harper's Roger D. Hodge, as always, puts it in perspective, too. In my dream last night I sang a spirited version of "Alexander Beetle" with an accordion-playing hipster in a small town square. My dream self remembered almost all the lyrics, too. Where does this stuff come from? Please don't eat the chimps, people. thoughts? (3 comments so far) previous - next blog archive contact