BEACH, Calif.--Swimming pool. Tennis court. Lakefront vista. Bottle
blondes. Valets in tuxedos parking Audis, Lexuses, Benzes and BMWs.
Bartenders serving wine and champagne at 11:00 on a Wednesday morning.
People actually wine
and champagne at 11:00 on a Wednesday morning--instead of, you know,
working. In the street, a woman wearing britches and designer
sunglasses led a gorgeous chestnut mare by the reins. Nearby, Hispanic
laborers picked crabgrass from the close-cropped lawns.
In the immortal words of Luke Ward: "Welcome to the O.C., b***h."
Or a Mike Huckabee fundraiser.
Beach is not exactly Huckabee's scene. To put it mildly. As one of the
poshest communities in America, it's a poor fit, in theory, for a
Southern-fried Arkansan whose mother grew up with dirt floors and whose
father never finished high school. "You're pretty sophisticated out
here," he noted. (Eat your heart out, Ryan Atwood.) But when Huck arrived this mor...