So I spent the morning IDing Bailey and Bliss, hoping to get the names out there and ruin the bloggers’ fun.  Well, Fate must like Harvey, or at least she likes me, because I lucked out.  I didn't just find B&B, I found more photos from the restaurant where the doctored photo was taken, including a more candid shot than the one they Photoshopped in the Post.  It's the SAME DAY, they're all wearing the same clothes, but in this  one it’s really obvious that is not  Harvey in the picture.

The guy bears a ballpark resemblance, sure, but that’s mostly the haircut.  He’s a well-known spin doctor for big tobacco.  In other words, exactly who you’d expect to be having lunch with Miss Moderation Council and Mr. Stop or I’ll Shoot.

So I’m the hero of the hour.  I was gonna take Ma out to celebrate, but Mr. Daniel said I should stick around for the night.  Harvey and Gilda are going to stop in before the fundraising shindig at the circus and “want me to ride out in the car with them.”  I guess that means I’m going to wind up out at the circus grounds, and I’ve got NO idea how many trains that’s going to mean getting home after, but I’ll be damned if I’ll miss a chance to schmooze the candidate.  Celebration dinner with Ma will have to wait.