My business is closed today, but I’m here working because someone got it into his head that he wants to film a commercial here. It’s a car commercial, although the car will not be putting in an appearance. Maybe the car is too good for us. No, it’s not, it’s a used car with pretensions. There are about thirty people wandering around the shop, doing stuff. I have no idea what, nor did I suspect it would take thirty people to make a fifteen-second commercial. They are noisy. I am in the back room, keeping out of everyone’s way and eating a chocolate chip cookie. If I could spend every day pursuing those activities, I would be fatter but happier, like a Buddha. The kind of Buddha that issues proclamations. My first proclamation is that all of my disciples—oh, yes, I will have disciples—must wear capes. As it is not advisable to defy Buddha, I expect someone will be placing an order soon for a bundle of capes. Tim Gunn is in town today, and perhaps he could be approached for his input. Sadly, he is not in the commercial. I love Tim Gunn for his ability to say the most devastating things in a way that is honest yet sensitive. He may have something to say about the whole cape idea, but not even Tim Gunn can stand in the way of progress.