We're hiking up a fire road this morning - literally a fire road, as it was carved by bulldozers the last time Malibu burned - when we come to a fence where some clueless joker is going to raze the landscape and put in a paved road and build an enormous house that will bathe his enormous ego in a nice, warm, rosy I'm-the-king-of-the-world glow - but wait, I'd better figure out how I really feel before I say more.

So we're hiking up a fire road when we see something kind of sparkling and winking in the foggy sunrise. Glasses, hooked to a ridiculous fence put up so a selfish - nope, not going to talk about that just yet - we see a pair of glasses, hanging from a fence.

Two things I love about this - that the hiker who lost his glasses was here in the first place, and that another hiker found the glasses and figured the owner might be back, so he created a wilderness Lost and Found. Civilized behavior in the middle of nowhere. (Except for the @!#*&^!ing moron about to decimate this little canyon to build an enormous house.)

Can I post without a photo of Jake or Maisie?

Can. But, yet again, don't.