You can feel the tension. Strolling down the street, shopping at the corner market, stopping for a bite at the local tavern, friends and neighbors greet each other as usual but avoid the elephant sauntering around like he owns the place.
The last place -- and I do mean the very last place -- any candidate wants to be is in the frame with Anthony Weiner.
One more week, give or take.
The system is rigged and the polls are phony.
If Beltway insiders and other East Coast elites ever wondered why so many Americans prefer Donald Trump to Hillary Clinton, all they need do is watch a rerun of Thursday night's 71st annual Alfred E. Smith Memorial Foundation Dinner.
As the final presidential debate looms like a Halloween pinata full of October surprises, voters may be less committed to one or the other candidate than the numbers suggest.
If I were to distill a recent public discussion about the state of our nation to one word, it would be "worried."
It should surprise no one that this presidential election -- the first ever to involve a female nominee from a major party in the top spot -- has devolved into a contest of man's ultimate metaphor.
My favorite bumper sticker I've never seen: Commas matter.
Only in the strangest-ever presidential election could a former beauty queen's weight be considered a deal-breaking issue of, if I may, gargantuan proportions.