I just got a call from my sister, Katie.  She's in Chicago.  Big meeting this afternoon at the Tribune.  They just renewed her column and she thought it would be a good idea to put in some face time with the powers that be.  She called me while walking down Michigan ave., elbowing her way among the holiday shoppers.  She's on her way to the institute of art where she's meeting Stanford Blatch for lunch.

Her plan for the meeting this afternoon is thus; show up in a pinstriped suit, hair secured in a bun with a pencil stuck through it and glasses perched seriously upon the tip of her nose.  During the course of the meeting, the glasses will come off.  Soon after, the pencil comes out of the bun and the hair comes down.  By the end of the meeting, she rips open her button down shirt to reveal a lacy camisole, exlaiming "Is it just me, or is it hot in here?"

We'll see how it goes.