Spent the afternoon slaving under a hot sun and in ’90s degree temps harvesting more limes and doing the final pruning of the lemon and lime trees. I ended up with three full shopping bags of limes, with another undoubtedly still on the tree. Tomorrow we head into Arizona winter. Finally.

We’re just a month away from a huge announcement involving The Great White Shank and a major golf manufacturer. Can’t say more than that, sorry – stay tuned…

Mitt Romney is surging in the polls. They’ll still be lots of ups and downs between now and November 6, but this can’t help but be a good sign. Now, if Paul Ryan could only hold his own against Slow Joe Biden Thursday night that will be a good thing.

I don’t want to comment about Libya beyond the gross malpractiice and cover-up of the killing of our ambassador and those who bravely died attempting to save him. All I will say is, if Barack Obama had any class and sense of the office Hillary Clinton would have been given her walking papers a week ago. Instead, both Obama and Clinton have blood on their hands. This stuff, folks, is high crimes and misdemeanors worthy of impeachment. It’s that serious, but this country is so screwed up right now all the political punditry can talk about is friggin’ Big Bird.

The Beach Boys grabbed – and are still grabbing, sad to say, a lot of the reunion headlines this past summer, but Neil Young has also been touring with Crazy Horse, which must be a great show to see as well. Here’s a clip of “Powderfinger” from their Pittsburgh concert a couple of days ago. They sound pretty good, although the version from “Live Rust” is better – it’s one of my all-time favorite albums, BTW (“Like A Hurricane” from that album is as good as it gets). Those songs bring back a lot of great late ’70s memories and the first time I ever visited California. I’ve got a picture somewhere of a much younger me in white painters pants sans shirt a la Dennis Wilson of that time, standing in the middle of a huge cucumber field in Fremont that’s now a shopping center and a strip mall. My friend Paul and I stayed with his brother for a week, listened to KSJO classic rock during the day, got drunk in their hot tub at night, and even felt a little earthquake while sitting at their dinner table. Not to mention the fact I was introduced to Mexican food and became addicted to it ever since. Great memories of a misspent youth…