Being early and being fewer than usual for a Fourth Wednesday, we sidled into THT and arranged Don, Ferne, Bob, Alex, Jeff, John T, John L. and unworthy self (DQ) into the hallowed haunt. Most curiously the conversation kicked off actually focused on writing, but it wasn’t long before the music–>instruments–>their cases–>astronomy–>sci-fi–>verse drama (!) took over and the buzz wheeled around in its usual ricochet/pachinko fashion. And then it happened. John T ascended into the valhalla where all the heroes of my dreams go by engaging Our Favorite Young Woman Table Attendant (?) in a literary discussion for several minutes. I remain awestruck, so if this is brief and hazy, blame it on John.