Much has been made of Gerald Rivers' bravery in the face of chairs to the face. But what of his plunderin', his hole searchin'? My sentiments exactly. Why don't you and I head down to the cellar, grab a lantern, plug in a laptop, and exchange awkward looks while you read "The Peculiar Circumstances Surrounding the (Previously) Super-Secret Travels of Geraldo Rivera Following the Taping of The Mystery of Al Capone's Vault?" Give up stuff that sucks for Lent and pay the folks at Hobo Pancakes a fine how-do-you-do.