Well, things have been fun around here, lately. Yesterday morn, around 2:00 AM, there was a high-speed police-type chase in my neighborhood. It ended on my front lawn with the "suspect" (that's what they have to call the guy who ran from, in this case, the Beverly Hills Police) crashing his car into the front of my house. He didn't do a lot of damage — one big hole in the wall surrounding a little courtyard — but it sure made things interesting. And this is the third time cars have jumped the curb and wound up on my property in the 20 years I've been living where I live. I'm going to have to start charging for parking in my patio.