As you can probably tell, your WOW Report editor is back in the saddle. (Let’s hear a big hand for fill-in editor Steven Corfe.) While James was holding court for 24 hours at last weekend’s Ring My Bell marathon, we were holding our head at 7,000 feet above sea level on our short trip to California’s mountainous and lake-strewn Lake Arrowhead and Big Bear, 64 miles away. (That’s as the crow flies, not the road winds.) We had no way of anticipating we’d be stricken with a case of altitude sickness, which involved constant headache, nausea, dizziness, and an inability to sleep, which is pretty embarrassing, since altitude sickness doesn’t kick in until at least 8,000 feet. But to be fair, we’re not used to being elevated above the fourth floor of World of Wonder. (Though, ironically, some of our highest peaks were reached at sea level, in the VIP room at the Limelight in New York.) Back in humdrum LA, we hardly had a moment to rest before we were summoned to a downtown courthouse for jury duty, an unfortunately annual civic obligation that had us waiting all day in an assembly room (that reminded us at times of the waiting room in Moscow’s train station, where families wait for trains that never come) not to be called into a voir dier. We found the eight hours ample time to catch up on the sleep we’d sorely missed at the lake. During waking moments, we were amused by a cool and funny first-time summonsee named Sarah, who, when we told her she might wind up a juror in the Nicole Richie trial, said, “Who’s that?” And that question, as refreshing as a cool mountain breeze, just restored our faith in people.