Good morning, all.

In the mid-40s and cloudy in the Philadelphia area today—it was spitting when I got to the office.

Car-related stuff: this time of year, when there isn't football on, Ivelis is often deeply ensconced with the Hallmark Channel. I went up the stairs to visit her yesterday evening, and there just happened to be a gorgeous black 1965 Buick Riviera parked in the (stylish, fake) snow. In that particular movie, it is owned by one of the male leads desperately trying to win the lady's favor.

"He's going to win," I said.

He did.

There are few signifiers of automotive taste more indicative than a 1965 Riviera, with those hidden headlights the way Bill Mitchell originally wanted them.