Our out-of-state readers are likely to hold the popular but incorrect belief that life in our mid-American state is all white bread and bologna. It is not. It is meatballs and passion. We lead an extraordinarily operatic existence, and we’re proud of it. Passions here in the Buckeye state run high and hot, and they bring out the Balzacian brilliance in our much-maligned daily journal. Just reading about this courtroom scene had us reaching for the iPod and punching the Mascagni button as fast as we could. Tears are now flowing freely down our cheeks, threatening the keyboard with saline short circuitry. Madonna!