The Week

I am a great admirer of the type of dispassionate diary of the week's events favored by The Spectator and Harpers.

So here goes.

Last Sunday I lit up our condominium with a nasty fire that started with our grill on the back (or should I say former) balcony. Being ousted from home is very dis-orienting -- it's always the little things like, did I bring the toothpaste?

My leg is healing. Perhaps two more weeks. The Dow closes above 14,000. God has forgiven David Vitter. That has got to be a relief. The Democrats can't get the military out of Iraq. The Open is being contested at Carnoustie. Allegations of doping now haunt golf and more distree the Tour de France. the Astros are in last place.