Maggie's Farm

It is Indian Summer in New England. There is nothing finer. Nights are cool, in the 50s - perfect sleeping weather with the window open and the comforter tossed around, and the dogs at your feet. Blue skies, low humidity, nice breezes for sailing - and hunting season has begun, up north. And, at dusk, the crickets, which have grown large by now, cheer you up with their merry, end-of-life chatter. Here, near Hartford, few leaves have begun to change, but the crisp mornings tell you that they will, soon.

Why George Bush? Because he controls the weather, does he not? Thanks George, for this remarkable Indian Summer we are having.

And, speaking of the diabolical Bush, isn't it time for a big Thank You to him for this economy too, which is rolling along with essentially zero unemployment, a shrinking federal deficit, a record-breaking stock market, and rising wages without inflation? Who shall we blame for this?

It's called the Bush Miracle Economy, and it's the biggest news - except for the Foley thing, and NoKo's creepy nuke test - but it isn't reported, and will not be. The press will give Bush credit for nothing. They are on the other side.