So, if you don't like this performance, blame Canada!

The ghost of Al Davis has played Nevada like a streetcorner hooker, schmoozing, seducing, then stealing the working girl's purse.

“Anybody here every pour concrete?” I asked the group. “I'm not the concrete pourer or the concrete pourer's son ...” came back the cheerful chorus of replies as Quentin, staggering a little, wandered up from the creek to join us, complaining that a crawl-dad had bitten him.

Ursula’s form is a cecaelia, a half human and half octopus.