WAC?, still north of Los Angeles, called last night to report that he may have to move back East sooner and not later. “Guess I’m not a California guy”, he concluded. Apparently, his ears had perked up in a restaurant when a stunning and articulate professional woman spoke glowingly of her “energy advisor”. He inquired, and it turns out she was not talking about: fossil-fuel consultants, brokers specializing in utility stocks, or promoters of deals to sell shares in peat farms.
