Mike Gillin just called to ask me a favor. He asked me not to put in the newspaper that I saw him smoking in front of the Knights of Columbus.

"My wife will kill me," he said.

I told him I'd already put in on this blog.

"I know," he said. "That's how she found out."

I will say this. I didn't actually see him smoking. I saw him with a cigarette in his mouth. If he wants to tell his wife he wasn't smoking it, that's up to him. There are worse habits.