Ahh, Election Day. So many people want my vote. They'd better hope they've given me their cell phone number...

Despite the risk of having to rip feathers from a steaming-warm, just-dead chicken, I ventured out to the new butcher shop to see whether freshly-killed meat really tastes better than long-dead meat wrapped in grocery store plastic.

The police union seems to think I have super powers. It's too bad, but I must sadly report that I cannot hear through walls. Nor can I see through lead, or leap buildings in a single bound. Alas.

I am prohibited from allowing you to review, disclose, copy, disseminate, distribute or use any information included in this e-mail. So don't tell anyone!

U.S. Rep. Samuel S. Stratton is still one of the most recognizable names in Schenectady. But in the Gazette's library, he's nowhere to be found.

Tips from a source's friend-of-a-friend never turn out to be true. But there I was, at midnight, when I could've been sleeping...

On Tuesday, I called 59 city finance departments across the state to get one basic budget number. At first I was enthusiastic, because the first two finance commissioners I called were able to give me their total budget expenditure without even pausing to look it up.

Waiting for a Freedom of Information Request can be measured in weeks, months, or even years. But never before have I gotten juicy, highly relevant government data in just seven minutes.

I have never before been asked that question at a news conference. Usually, people are simply happy to get print coverage, or unhappy to see that a hundred of us have shown up.

Has anybody actually read the federal HIPAA law, which everyone cites in refusing to provide patient medical information?