Back in Los Angeles, it seems inconceivable that we were eating breakfast at Harry's Road House today - the final leg of the reunion bash - and then did a fairly thorough day's work before flying back. I'd recognize Harry's walls and battered chairs anywhere: they, like the eatery itself, are a token of a version of Home. Breakfast? Chile relleno omelet. I don't think that counts as healthy food, even if we did order organic eggs.