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On my way home this evening, a grimy looking guy with a black eye and shorts got on the train at Wayne and slumped down on a seat. I could have sworn he had a lightsaber on his belt. Then again, it looked big and plastic - maybe it was something else.

Am I in a handbasket, or is it just me?

My dad reports that there's now a Netflix-like service for expensive purses. You know, have this purse for a few weeks, mail it back, get the next 'hot' purse.

We're all doomed.