So now the serious blogging starts in earnest.

I arrived here in the afternoon on a cramped puddlejumper flight from Chicago Midway. To my dismay, there was no sign of potentially violent subversives on the flight or at LGA. Where are all the bangers?

Old friend M. is providing lodgings in one of my old haunts: Park Slope, Brooklyn. I had a nostalgic walkaround and saw lots of old friends (the Donuts Luncheonette; the pizza place on the corner of 7th Avenue and 9th Street; Prospect Park; the Pavilion movie theater; etc., etc.).

No sign of potentially violent co-conspirator (and sister) A. yet. To evade pursuit, she may have had to take the indirect way to the city: through the subway and sewer tunnels. Our contacts with the lefty mole-people contingent may have paid off.

[Confidential to F. in Western Mass.: I have left the package at the dead drop, as we had arranged. Be awfully careful with the big box. I hope that "cough" you have clears up.]

I'm still getting the digital camera download situation sorted out. Pictures soon, I promise.

Tomorrow [Wednesday 8/25]: Training with the National Lawyer's Guild for the legal observer thing. This will, of course, be the perfect way to shroud my nefarious activities (of which you will hear much more about very soon) with a veil of legitimacy.

And don't forget: as soon as the delegates start arriving, only on SALTO:

GOP FASHION DISASTERS: THE PHOTOBLOG

NOTE TO THE FBI: If you really want to find me for your speech-suppressing intimidatory interview, I'm staying at this dude Robert Hanssen's house. He's in the book, I believe.