I found myself reflecting on the immortal words of Mr. Rogers -- "It's a beautiful day in the neighborhood ... won't you be my neighbor?" -- as a colleague from Amsterdam came to L.A. to meet me today. As she put it, she was in the neighborhood, anyway, so she might as well pay me a visit. In fact, she was in Canada. Strange how definitions of "neighborhoods" have changed lately, isn't it? What would Fred Rogers say?!?