Two Years in Scotland

Dear Millions of Readers, and what I mean by that is "Dear Maria, Judy and Maria's friends from work...",

Two years ago I sailed for the Old World from that majestic Los Angeles harbour that baggage handlers call LAX. And lax it is. Because in L.A. you can wear sweat pants to court, even if you're the prosecuting attorney. But I won't bore you with one of those silly lists, like "10 things I've Learned Since Leaving the U.S. for the U.K.", because they're silly.

Aila was 14 days old when I left. And now she's a political activist. Maria, stop raising over-achievers.