Katrina can't wait to booze it up on Bourbon Street, so me, A. and our four cats and one dog are headed for Laurel, MS., mañana, to my deceased grandmother's house. Since we'll be right in the hurricane's path there, too, we might subsequently flee to a hotel in Arkansas. We'll see. If anybody needs a place to stay, let me know quick, fast and in a hurry. Meanwhile, I'm finally turning that chicken I bought last weekend into a chicken parmegiana. Because when trouble's comin', you might as well cook a good meal.