Quick review: I stayed at a long-time friend’s house in LA this past Sunday, a house that just happened to be Ozzie & Harriet’s back in the day. (Rumor has it that Ozzie haunts the place – he died there.) I spent the night in Ricky Nelson’s old bedroom and the next morning, I could not find my phone. Of course, I’d turned it off to sleep, so I couldn’t call it and follow the ring. I tore the place apart, went through all my bags, told my friend, she searched with me – all to no avail.
