I agree with petrarch's posting here. It WAS all about the death of the baby that would have been in the car seat. Tony sees the car seat, hears Christofuh say he can't pass the drug test, and gets angry at Chrissy's irresponsibility. He then decides to kill Christofuh. He's keeping Christofuh from passing on his Mob lifestyle to his baby -- Chrissy obviously can't be trusted to stay clean, or to protect his family from The Life.

Remember, at the party at Chrissy's house, Christofuh told Tony that "my father, your beloved Dickie Moltisanti" was nothing but a junkie. Tony then cries to Dr. Melfi that he has passed on his own sickness, depression, to his son, AJ.

I do believe that Tony felt his luck had turned after Chrissy's death, and that's why he fell on the floor. Well, that and being high as a kite.

If The Sopranos is truly to come full circle, then here is my prediction:

Tony will visit The New Vesuvio, Artie Bucco's restaurant -- where, incidentially, Adrianna used to work -- and have the special of the night: duck. He will choke on it and die.

Hey, it could happen.

Yes, Mr. Conason, we do deserve more.

We deserved more than we got from Mrs. Clinton's husband, who saddled us with NAFTA (200,000 jobs moved out of Ohio alone in the first four years of this abomination) and a Labor Board that sided with business.

I live in one of those Rust Belt, flyover states. You know, we're the people who grow the food, process it, drive the trucks that get it to you. We work in the automotive industry, building cars and their spare parts. We work in the health care industry, at the hospitals where you go when you're desperate for the best care.

And we deserve to make a decent living.

I have been a member of a union for 20 years, and those who say that it is always unions vs. management are off their foreign-made rockers. After six years of a wage freeze (yes, freeze -- while my housing, gas, food and other costs of living have all gone up), I took an 8 per cent CUT just to help the company I work for get its head above water. And so did the other loyal workers here.

The management? After all was said and one, they got a raise.

We deserve more. If Clinton can't properly vet the people who work for her, well, the rest of us can. For this issue and the Iraq War, I won't vote for her.

He wants universal, single-payer health care and a Department of Peace. He stood up to the banks and saved Cleveland's municipal utility -- and saved residents millions in energy costs over the years. He was against war with Iraq from the beginning and voted his beliefs.

Dennis Kucinich, squinty-eyed, off-key, narrow-shouldered little Dennis from Cleveland, gets my vote. The brain packed inside that guy is a suitcase bomb of sexiness.

I agree with other letter posters: don't knock it if you haven't tried it.

Dating in my 30s was lackluster at best until I got online. But then, I approached it a little differently. I asked men upfront if they were interested in marriage and children. I asked them about their views on religion, politics, alcohol, and drugs. I asked them about previous relationships. I asked how far they'd gotten in school, and if they'd ever spent time incarcerated. I asked them about their views on homosexuals and did they have any gay friends?

I asked these questions because I was looking for someone who wanted marriage and children, who had a college degree or advanced training in their profession, who didn't partake of illegal substances, and who was open-minded about people different from himself.

A few were put off by being "interviewed." Most were very frank. And I answered any questions they asked of me.

I'm no beauty, but I dated a lot. And if someone said he would call and didn't, I didn't get all worked up about it. My attitude was that he obviously wasn't right for me. So what? There were always more men.

I didn't go out with someone based on their picture -- that just helped me find them in the bar or restaurant or wherever we were meeting. I avoided the ones who were obviously looking for a casual hookup. And I found the right one. Eight years and two kids later, we're good.

Looking for an arranged marriage is desirable to someone who trusts her parents to have higher standards for her than she has for herself. Ms. Jain writes that Western dating leaves a lot to chance. That can be true, but only if one is not upfront about what she expects from a relationship -- and follows through on it.

That's true whether you meet someone online, in a bar, or in your parent's living room.

Here in Ohio, there was a five-day window when people could register and early vote at the same time.

A new registrant isn't necessarily one who has never voted before. It could also be someone who has moved, or who hasn't voted in years.

A coworker and I went down to vote on the first day of early voting here. She had moved, and re-registered at her new address. Now the Republicans are forcing the Secretary of State to verify each new registrant. How? Through the DMV? The DMV doesn't have my friend's new address -- why pay to change a driver's license? She could produce a utility bill -- accepted as valid proof of ID in Ohio -- but who is she supposed to show it to? When?

This suppression of voting by the Republicans simply reinforces one salient fact about the party: they are not interested in democracy. If they were, they'd be driving busloads of people to the polls.

Oh, wait. They can't find a busload of supporters.