The riverdaleparkette is allowed to post again now that her period of mourning for the bookshop is through. Or maybe she was in a Tiajuana jail for two weeks. Her attorneys advise her to neither confirm nor deny any rumors concerning that period of time. Especially rumors about an underground gerbil-fighting ring.

And now, live from the bjournalverse, a plug and review of a the new bjournal:

The Riverdale Park Reader - Inspired by my sassiness, Audrey started a blog. This is ironic, because Audrey's sassiness inspires me. We are the Riverdale Park perpetual motion machine of sassiness. Unfortunately, the existance of this blog means that my secret dream of running a gossip column is thwarted, because she hears the good stuff before I do. The item about local artist Gerald King showing up at her door on a Sunday morning with his old Bookshop coffee mug is quite a juicy tidbit. Louella Parsons eat your heart out.