As Yet Untitled

I’m home. I’m in St. Louis. I’m sitting in the mezzanine of the St. Louis Renaissance Grand Hotel. I’m observing. I’m writing. I’m waiting. For what? No, it’s not a what. It’s a who. Killer Joe. Yep, my man Joseph Robinette Biden, Jr., the vice-president of these United States.

Mind you, I’ve been waiting since 3 pm yesterday. The waiters know me. Secret Service definitely knows me. The front desk staff is taking bets at they watch me.  

Chances are, I won’t get to see ol’ Joe.  The closest I’ll get to him is a bomb-detecting German Shepard, several overweight STL policemen, and Secret Service men perusing the pages of their Blackberrys.

No Joe.

NOTE:  Oddly enough, shortly after taking the above photo, I was told that Joe walked through the lobby and gave the thumbs-up to passerby.

I’m redesigning my page and doing some other wacky things. Hold on, change is coming!