There is certain to be a run on Botox injections, Grecian Formula, and William Shatner rubber corsets as folks prepare for a November 24 reunion of the whole sickly crew that once inhabited Leo’s, the late, lamented, and legendary bar and grill at the intersection of Chestnut and Clifford street in La Prov.
 
Leo’s, aka the Providence Night School of Journalism, put the ProHo district of the Capital City on the map more than 30 years ago, replete with the outstanding art of Kay Ritter and Dan Gosch. It was home to the classic mirrored bar from McGovern’s, which had the first liquor license in Little Rhody after Prohibition. To celebrate the various artistes, journos, bohos, intelligentsia, morons, and felons that called Leo’s home, former waitress Jackie will host the reunion event at her well-known restaurant, Jake’s, on Richmond Street, beginning at 8 pm.
 
Since P+J both worked at Leo’s in our sordid pasts, we very much look forward to seeing such luminaries as owner John Rector, who deserves a plaque from the City of Providence for kick-starting upscale development, provided JR does not bring up the matter of our still-outstanding bar tabs.
 
We definitely count on encountering hordes of “that ilk” that made up our drinking buddies in the era of being able to stay out late on school nights, no matter if the anti-wrinkle cream is now applied with a putty knife. More than ever, be there or be square.

Skullduggery with rudy
Holy 9/11, Batman! Look who’s leading the GOP presidential pack!
 
Yes, it is our old pal, Rudy “Crazier than Cheney” Giuliani, aka the Skull. This tragedy-exploiting creep, who looks like Lon Chaney’s Phantom of the Opera and has the same cheery mien to boot, is now everybody’s favorite psycho on the Republican side. What’s not to like about one of Dubya the Dumb’s prime butt boys? To wit:

 • The Skull declares that the first thing he thought after learning of the crash of the Twin Tower on 9/11 was: “Thank God George Bush is our president.”
 
• His children are cheesed at him, and have publicly announced they would vote for almost anyone rather than their dad.
 
• His bosom buddy and former police commissioner Bernard Kerik, whom Rudy suggested as a fine head of Homeland Security to Boy George, has been indicted in New York.
 
• The Skull has blatantly sucked up to God-bothering TV evangelist Pat Robertson, to gain the endorsement of a man who suggested that teaching evolution or tolerating gays might lead to disasters like the Skull’s now disgustingly exploited 9/11 disaster.
 
• His high-profile foreign policy advisor, neo-con hawk Norman Podhoretz, wants to bomb Iran as soon as possible.

Scared yet, kiddies? Sleep tight, America.

Dennis Lynch, R.I.P.
Dennis Lynch, the paterfamilias of one of the Biggest Little’s most notable political clans, passed away Sunday afternoon. He served nearly five terms as Pawtucket’s mayor, leaving for a state position near the end of his last term.
 
Mayor Lynch was smart, tough, personally generous, and a spirited debater. Jorge knows this, because one of his most memorable episodes as a talk-radio host occurred in 1984, when he and the then-mayor jousted about the meaning of the US Supreme Court’s decision regarding the Pawtucket Nativity scene issue. We agreed not to agree.
 
Dennis Lynch passed on his enthusiasm for public service and civic engagement to his family. Of his six surviving children, one is the state’s attorney general, another the head ramrod of the state’s Democratic Party, and another Pawtucket’s city solicitor (and a candidate for a District Court judgeship).
 
P&J are quite fond of Bill and Patrick Lynch, despite being frequently at odds with them on a variety of political matters. They are very good people, and the Lynch family — led by Dennis — has given much to the state of Rhode Island, and we commend them for this. Our thoughts and prayers are with the Lynch family on their loss.

Have tongue, will wag
What’s going on with Steve Kass? Governor Laughing Boy’s communications director has taken to, shall we say, talking out of school during the last few weeks, leaving Carcieri spokesman Jeff Neal to explicate.
 
Two weeks ago, Steverino shared the information that the governor was not planning to hire someone right away for the newly created Director of Revenue position. Right away (or later that same day), The Don named Gary Sasse to this position.
 
Then, the Rhode Island’s Future blog, followed by the BeloJo’s Political Scene column, noted that Kass, in a conversation with Dan Yorke, opined that Carcieri might be in line as US secretary of education if the American people lose all sense of perspective and elect Mitt Romney as president. (Yes, P&J added the “lose all sense of perspective” line).
 
We wonder who might have called Steverino about the pending cabinet appointment for Laughing Boy, or whether it was just a figment of his fevered imagination. Although the Kass Man is a great guy and someone who has been a friend of Casa Diablo during our nearly three decades in print, he does have (like Jorge), a troubled background. We refer to how he was a talk-radio host, one of the silliest jobs known to man or woman (but mostly to white Republican men).
 
Steve’s a show biz guy in government, and that’s a tough transitional dance to master (Reagan and Ahhnold could do the steps, but we’re not yet sure on Fred Thompson). We think the venerable Boston-based amateur-hour show, “Community Auditions,” should be revived with Steverino as the host. It’s just a better fit.