I have emerged from a September of ass-kissing. Here's a sampling of what we've missed in the last month:
The Sacramento Bee eliminated its poverty beat.
America became ever more unrecognizable.
The Town Crier turned 60.
Here's looking forward to an equally eventful October.
EDIT: To those who have asked to what purpose the Bee, in its wisdom, has decided to put my sister's talent, here's your answer.