Ladies and Gentlemen, meet Al Pine, our Friendly Neighborhood Ski Bum. Never mind that it's 80-degrees in Southern California and that the only moguls around here run movie studios, Al's ready to tackle the slopes with his ski poles in tow. "Where does he think he is, North of Montana?," asked one witness. "Oh, Shoosh," I said, "Give the guy a break. Somehow he's been able to convince himself he's on a Ski Slope." Now that's what I call mind over Matterhorn ...!