Look Who's Blogging, Round 3

There we were again in last Thursday's Current — Bizzy, Patience and me. I've mentioned before that the Sun's cute, cute, cute Adam Shull is posing a question to us each week, and then he prints our answers. The super awesome part is that he also prints our Web urls, and direct links from the Current Web site. That rocks, as hopefully new folks will come visit us.

Hello, new folks! Welcome!

Last Thursday's question was: If I were to make my very own indie film, it would be about...

Bizzy, also known as Suzanne Clinton, gave a lovely answer about the Heath High School shootings. "Well over a decade has passed since the horrible events of the morning of December 1, 1977 — a date no one who lived through it can ever forget or help but be forever changed by, including me," she wrote. "It's time, I think, to take a look back."

Patience, always known as Patience! Please!, gave a little sneak peek at the novel she's writing. "Come on, Disney! Indie, schmindie," she wrote. "Pixar, let's talk."

And I talked about Mitch. This is Mitch:


I love Mitch. Everybody loves Mitch. And my idie film would be all about Mitch. Here's what I wrote for my indie answer:

"James D. Mitchell has mixed millions of drinks in his 60 years of bartending, quenching the thirst of the Country Club set, mayors, clergy (the public partakers, anyway) and even Vice Presidents Barkley and Truman.

"If you're a West Ender, Mitch bartended your birth, baptism, graduation, engagement, wedding, divorce, second wedding — and he'll likely bartend your wake. Mitch never forgets your favorite drink.

"He has seen and heard it all. I'd have to interview the guests, though. Because Mitch — he doesn't tend and tell. "If I'd write a book, I'd have to leave town," he says.

"And we want him to stay right here. To your health, Mitch!"

So that's Mitch. He's been feeling a little puny lately, but he's bouncing back. He's even planning to bartend a wedding next month.

The next question has to do with how much we've been watching the Olympics. Frankly, I'm almost boycotting them. You'll find out why this Thursday.