Are they any good? They sure are loud

Eight 8-year-olds (and an 11-year-old), evening birthday party at a miniature golf course. Much shrieking. My ears are ringing as much as when we sat next to the speakers at a Pretenders concert. Most interesting present? A very lifelike stuffed rabbit who, when squeezed, proclaims in a French accent, “Allo, my friend! I am Henri! Would you like to go fishing with me?”

Le Tour — final time trial today! Only Tonya Harding could take this away from Lance now. (Which thought made me wonder: where is Nancy Kerrigan?)

This is to say nothing of my bizarre (and entirely Jim Jarmusch-inspired) dream of being with Meg White of the The White Stripes and wanting to show her how my Tesla coil works.