When I wrote Thursday's post, little did I realize the Paris debacle which would unfold Friday morning, proving that L.A. politics and Chicago politics are on the same side of the coin -- different stories but the same side of the coin.

Showing the better side of humanity, Garrison Keillor is doing his best to keep the art of storytelling alive from being lost in this electronic age. It was wonderful to see/hear a radio variety show live. The show was longer than the allotted two hours. I wonder how they can keep the show its time slot when done live and without the convenience of an edit button.


Speaking of convenience, Casey has discovered something very Californian: bottled water. He loves bottled water. Every time I open the refrigerator door to grab some water, he runs to the fridge and starts meowing for it, something he never does when I take an Orangina or Diet Coke out of the fridge. He will even lick the condensation from the bottle. Oh, he can even tell the difference between tap and bottled. I took an empty bottle and filled it with tap water, refrigerated it, and he turned his little discriminating cat nose up at it. Don't worry, though, bottled water is only for special occasions. If he is thirsty enough, he still lowers his standards to drink good ole L.A. tap water. He's not a spoiled Californian cat, yet.