Wow — a contentious session, arguing over Boston radio, telepathic cats and dog farting. (Well, we actually all agreed about the dog farting.) And that was before we got to Halligan’s — where, assembled, we were Cathy, Don, Ferne, Jeff, Lindsay, Bob, Dean, John L., John T., and myself — Tomek. I learned tonight that even when I sit in the middle of the table, I can only participate in one conversation anyway. Never could multitask. To my left, I caught snippets of the paranormal, religion and psychology. And Bud Light. To my right, we touched on Bob’s writing efforts, Nova Scotia and the Maritimes, Aoife O’Donovan, her father Brian O’Donovan, Mary Chapin Carpenter, briefly the notion of slavery, comedian Bob Marley (no, not that Bob Marley), Moody Street in Waltham, the Kingston (NH) Days Celebration, The Witch horror film, as well as Jamestown, and my mega-watch. As always, a good time was had by all.