For this shortened holiday week, Mr. B. has graciously allowed me to drive the Brownstoner bus. Whaddaya mean ya need a license to drive one of these things? As the What now knows, it’s one thing to criticize someone else’s blog, it’s a whole â€˜nother animal to come up with as much content as Brownstoner.com does day after day. Fortunately, (wiping brow) I am not required to do so, primarily because most of the world has the week off. I’ve planned some of the usual stuff around here, and have some new goodies for the mix. Please let us know what you like, and it might stick, thus enabling Montrose to pay a plumber to fix her kitchen sink, which has had issues for so long, it’s turned into a subscription.