To my amazement, shortly after I finished my last post Arnold Schwarzenegger broke my door down with his meaty fist and said, "Show me your canine friend! I have heard of his desire to be autographed and I am here to fulfill his wildest dreams!" I produced the dog, he signed Buddy's flank and announced, "I must now get to the chopper, but I'll be back!" Then he disppeared through the hole where my door used to be, presumably to catch a helicopter ride back to the land of California, where governors don't need licenses to ride their Harleys.
And now I must go to bed.
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