Sun, baby, sun
Earlier this week, I was at a solar meeting at the Arizona Biltmore, a schwank golf resort in Phoenix. During the meeting, McCain’s advance team poked their heads into the room. Apparently, the room we were using — the Casa Grande room of the convention hall — is the very same room where McCain is planning on spending election night.
If any television camera should happen to find a bumper sticker that says "Sun, Baby, Sun," I had nothing to do with it. As you can see, I still have mine.