Tomorrow I head to the Pocono mountains to report on Jayne Mansfield's online fan club. I'm meeting the members at Black's Luncheonette in Pen Argyl. We're going to eat (I presume), then go to the graveyard where she's buried, go to the funeral home and also go to her parents and grandparents' house. It should be, um, fun. This is what I love about alt-weekly writing. Can't get an assignment like this at the Wall Street Journal.

I'm staying for two nights at a Howard Johnson's. I hope to have Internet access, but I might not. I picked an inexpensive motel-type place to save PW money, as I always do. (If I cared so much about my own finances, I'd be in great shape.)

So I'll post something at some point, but I don't know how or when. If you don't see my writing on the site, look into the night sky and say my name 10 times. I'll be there. I promise.