The Fry Lodge faithful might remember that we live right around the corner from Sofia Coppola. We haven’t run into her. Until today. Kristine and the kids went ahead of me to the park this afternoon. As I was getting ready to meet them, Kristine called me to ask if I’d bring them a few things from the apartment, including an ice pack for Ruby’s ankle. When I arrived at the park, I learned that another little girl had run over Ruby’s ankle with a scooter. That little girl turned out to be the daughter of Sofia Coppola, who apparently had just finished apologizing profusely to Kristine for the accident. I’m so bummed I missed it (the apology, not the accident). I’m pretty sure Ruby’s ankle will be fine.