I left at 8 AM this morning for the funeral of my sister's father-in-law. I didn't know him well, but I knew him as a fine man. A sad loss, to be sure.

My brother-in-law's family was as warm and wonderfully eccentric as at Meg's wedding, so our celebration of life was enjoyable to say the least.

On the drive back from Pittsburgh, El Rushbo was on the radio. Good news: allies moving forward, Saddam nowhere to be found and General Richard Myers finally put to rest the nonsensical, anonymous, sour-grapes complaints about Rumsfeld.

And the Iraqi people, much to the disappointment of anti-liberation throngs, are beginning to overcome their fear of the Ba'athists.

A good day.