I just watched "When Harry Met Sally" again for about the hundredth time. I don't know why, but I always tear up at the end. I think most people do. This movie means something to me and I don't know why. I'm certainly not the Harry character, but I guess I identify with him just enough to make me feel. The same fear of being involved, the same motivation to run. I just lack the same willingness to put myself on the line, and expose my emotions for others to see. I suppose I should put that on my to-do list.

Frank Rich has a great column in today's New York Times about the Bush Administration's reaction to (and responsibility for) the current wave of Enron-style corporate bad behavior. "It is now more than six months since the president promised 'a lot of government inquiry into Enron.' Since then, Playboy has done a better job of exposing the women of Enron than the Bush administration has done at exposing its men. Just as the Justice Department rounded up some 1,000 alleged Sept. 11 suspects and failed to indict a single one of them for terrorist activity, so it has made a big show of its shaky Andersen conviction while failing to indict a single Enron executive or individual Andersen accountant."

A few days late,but… Happy Independence Day!