With Judi moving around the country, I’ve offered to do double duty. She’s presently making her way through the states between her coast and mine. We know these states exist as we’ve been there while touring colleges with our children. I think of this as "The Bicoastal Broad road tour" and hope Judi will be warmly received by readers, who will line up and honk as her entourage goes from the airport to the hotel.
In her absence, I will refrain from emulating Judi’s writing style. No lower case, no “the husband". I respect intellectual property. Years ago when my husband and I submitted a spec script to a series, the story was stolen and used as the premier episode the following season. Sure, you can scoff at the notion that a sit-com idea could be construed as “intellectual property” but this week a restaurant owner in our neighborhood sued a former employee who'd opened a restaurant with a similar menu, the premise being the menu was her intellectual property.
A menu is intellectual property? This restauranteur believes she owns the rights to the lobster roll. Does that mean someone should be paying royalties to the first Greeks who’d opened a coffee shop in New York and threw a burger on a grill?
Judi won't sue me. She’s too kind. Not only that, she wouldn’t want her writing to be characterized as “intellectual”. In LA that's the "i-word". Intellectuals can’t get arrested because skinny blondes are making the news. Intellectuals surely aren't on any maitre d's short list. It’s not been proven but I’m sure if Richard Haass and the Olsen twins are trying for the same table at Mozza, the head of the Council on Foreign Relations will have to go get a hot dog at Pink's.