It probably could go without saying, but before yesterday’s post gets amplified and distorted (and separated in people’s recollection from the 4/1/11 date of the post), let’s set the record straight:

Happy April Fool’s Day!

Most of you spotted the joke right away.  (Was it the image of Tod Mott hand stamping over seventy thousand labels, perhaps? Or Robby’s Italian “people” leaning on hapless EU bureaucrats?)

A few of you took the bait, absurd as it was.  Don’t feel too bad – I was awakened early yesterday morning by a call from the Eliot PD saying they’d found my truck, which I’d parked in my barn the night before, abandoned by the side of Route 236.  And yes, I swallowed it hook, line and sinker (though at that moment I was too sleepy to really care that much).  So there you have it.