We were tonight, possibly the last time we’ll assemble in 2019, the following: Marietta, Bob, John T., Dean, Jeff, and myself — Tomek. The evening’s conversational journey began with a brief discussion with our waitress of Viktor Frankl’s philosophy. Then we discussed daughters, girls college basketball, the Italian Seven Fishes Christmas tradition, “snowbirds” and living in Florida, road trips to Texas, biking in (freezing?) Florida, Lefty Frizzell and the song Saginaw, and the origins of the term “hillbilly.” Willie Nelson was invoked at some point. As always, a good time was had by all.