We made it through minimal security lines, and only an hour delay in take off, and here we are in my sister-in-law's beautiful upstate New York lakeside cottage.  The weather could not be more perfect, and my chic blinged jeans jacket is actually being worn in the cooler-than-South-Texas weather.  We'll be headed home tomorrow, so I'm taking a minute to do a little blogging on what my brother-in-law's perception of Lynn Swann's chances of being governor of Pennsylvania (where they live most of the time). 

It seems that Mr. Swann has been trying to downplay his football stardom, which is a PR disaster, especially when he refused to take time to sign tiny footballs proferred by admiring youngsters.  Mr. Swann, I don't remember Awnuld refusing to acknowledge his movie-stardom, nor do I remember Ronald Reagan doing so.  Stop doing stupic things like not signing football because you've "moved on", and use whatever tool you need to use to unseat Rendell!  C'mon!  Fire that manager, and pull this out of the bag, Lynn!