• Can Pilot Chester Sullivanberger or whatever his name is get back to flying planes. Obviously we've had several major, fatal crashes since the the Flight 1549 miracle because Sully is singing the National Anthem at the Super Bowl, presiding over midnight revivals of "Airplane" at the Bogcocio Theater and kissing babies at high school pep rallies. Captain Sully, you're needed at the white courtesy phone. No, the white one.
• If you don't want a youth prison in Brighton, stop yelling at the city council. Talk to the parents of these kids who keep getting in trouble.
• Sit down Nancy, that was nothing to clap about.
• The coyotes in Denver are getting a bad rap. Coyotes don't kill people, people kill people.
• I'm still reeling from the shocking shooting death of Travis the Chimpanzee last week. The cops say they mistook the banana in his hand for a gun but I'm not buying it. There is a cover-up. The purported attack that preceded the shooting has been mischaracterized. It was the result of a love triangle that went bad. And the cop who shot Travis was the husband of one of the victims.
• Let this be a reminder hot monkey love is good at the time but it always, always end badly.
• I hope Capt. Chestyburger can speak at Travis' funeral.
• Did anybody watch the Oscars. Didn't think so. Slumdog Millionaire – the story of federally-bailed out bank executives – won best picture. And the chick from Titanic won best actress. Not the old lady.
Kevin out. Big ups to B-town.
