Hey hey hey (we're going home soon, so figured it's time to lose that drawl).  How are you?  We are fine.  Heard that we missed a bit of snow back home. Hopefully it was no worse than the inch that Mother Nature socked us with down here. That may not sound like much, but in Nashville they close the schools as soon as the weather forecast warns of snow, so try to imagine what happens when an actual flake wafts from the sky.  Go ahead, try.  You won't be able to.  Old Joy is still in the news.  First, it won a big prize at the Rotterdam Film Festival, netting director Kelly Reichardt a tidy sum of cash plus a lifetime supply of Chocomel.  Your next chance to see the movie will be on March 27 and 29 as part of the New Directors/New Films series.  James got a ticket the other day, on his way to the studio.  The cop claimed it was because he was going 42 in a 35 zone, but there's no convincing us it wasn't for failure to make a U-turn wherever he damn well pleased.  Finally, sticking with the theme of law enforcement, found myself with a little down time in between takes the other day and decided to see how some of our favorite restaurants did in their latest health inspection.  The results may surprise you:

—Ira