One bit of irony about California is that in Malibu, where cottages half the size of my parent's in Troutburg are worth over a million dollars, that there is more public beach access than all of Lake Ontario. Webster, with all those pretentious houses on the lake and no lake access should learn a lesson.





We moved from there to Beverly Hills.



Kelly and I would rather visit a pig farm than go somewhere that increases the chances of running into a celebrity, but Richie really wanted to see the Hollywood sign. We saw that, but we also saw these.





Quite an education. We saw the Beverly Wilshire Hotel, which looked nice and all, but nothing about that area was my cup of tea at all. I really don't understand those who have the choice of living there or Malibu and choose to be there. I guess there's no accounting for taste.

Fortunately, we managed to avoid Brittney Spears or any other disaster.