There are days when the ideas just flow like the Nile, and then there are days like today when thinking of a column topic comes about as easy as shearing a sheep with nailclippers.

I've written about cheesesteaks, the weather, Sept. 11 and getting my car stuck in the Bear Paws. So how could I possibly not be able to come up with another gem?

Hey, even Hemingway had his bad days.

When I came here in January, I told my editor I'd be able to write three columns a month.

This is my ninth. So I'm keeping my promise.

But I'm kind of disappointed. Sometimes I say to myself, "Wow, that'd make a gre...