Ruth Remington, the head of the Dachshund Fest, Commisssioner Bower, Mayor Dermer, and Commissioner Gross ceding power for the day over to the dogs. No one could quite detect the difference in town services, but it was all in fun--the main reason for this town. Carl Fisher invented and sank his immense fortune into creating an oasis dedicated to fun, and--despite whatever City Hall tries, or whatever Mikevil says--it remains that way.

Commissioner Bower is one of those fun creatures here; she opens every statement at the commission meetings with "I don't understand....".

Mayor Dermer apparently was without an outfit advisor (or a mirror). The black and white bowling shirt, together with what my grandmother would only have termed "that mop of hair", told me he doesn't care anymore. Commissioner Gross, on who's campaign I've worked and will undoubtedly lend my skills to again on his run for mayor, is quite a bit more down to earth and pragmatic. Once, the evil-of-all-evils: Code Enforcement, tried to make us remove our rainbow flags as they violated some obscure code about flying only "approved" flags. During the debate, he shut everyone up by saying, "Don't we have anything better to do; let them keep their flags."

And we have. Thank you, Saul.