If I paid some six figure sum to send my kid to one of the "esteemed" journalism schools I would be so so P.O.'d for getting ripped off.

Actually, though, of far more import than the Shirley Sharrod story is my undying curiosity as to what the heck that funky thing is that is on Frank Ross's head in the above teeny tiny picture! (Actually, I taken to really liking Frank's writing - keep it up!)