Cast Your Ballot

Unless your living in a bubble, everyone has an opinion on the presidential candidates, especially after last night's VP debates. Despite all my travels (or maybe because of it) I live an existential anxiety over the subject every day.

If the Dems don't win this November (God, help us) only years of psychoanalysis and/or becoming an ex-pat will set me straight. My German relatives have wanted to teach me Swabish for years, maybe I'll consider it...

Then again, my candidate is up in the poles and that's a good thing. It's a hopeful crutch and one I can cling to when faced with angry rhetoric from boobs like Limbaugh, Hannity and O'Reilly.

But this weekend isn't about politics. Besides work, there's plenty going on including my running a 5K to benefit breast cancer research, skydiving from 11,000 feet at the Mohawk Skydivers Club, reading another new issue of Good magazine and paying tribute to Paul Newman by watching his best flicks.

I worked with Newman's beautiful baby blues (I'm a sucka for blue eyes) a few years ago. We videotaped an interview for a documentary on his Double H Hole in the Woods camps for disabled children. At 80 years, he wore a cap that read "Old Men Rule" and gave me a big celebrity hug after the interview.