I forgot to tell you. Yesterday I shook hands with Governor of Illinois, Pat Quinn. He was at the luncheon I attended for the City Club of Chicago.
After he shook my hand, I licked my knuckles, squealed like a school girl and fainted into my seat. I woke up to bikini-clad models fanning me with large feathers, feeding me grapes and dabbing my sweaty forehead with a damp cloth.