Cathy (with a "C") asked me this morning whether I plan to put my roots down in Santa Monica. As I write this -- from the perch on my balcony -- it's 77 balmy degrees, the sun is shining, the humming birds are humming and the air is fragrant with Eucalyptus. I just returned from the beach where the joggers are jogging and the volleyballers are volleying. Two years ago, I had an epiphany: If you're just going to be a corporate "headcount," might as well head where it counts and find a better career path. So, as I said this morning, you couldn't pry me out of here with a crowbar!